I have been a type 1 diabetic for 35 years and on top of that a type 2 diabetic for 3 years. I am on an insulin pump and metformin. While the type 2 was untreated I had a miserable time managing my diabetes with compounding complications which threw me into a dark depression. When the Metformin started working and I felt good enough, I started exercising again, with eating much healthier, follow a more strict diet, counting carbs, etc. I understand the cards are really stacked against me as a double diabetic, but I am moving forward. I have had wonderful support from my husband and kids. We are in this as a family, whether they like it or not. So, I get my health back on track and I am feeling on top of the world again, I go back to work full time, go back to school part time, cutting out "wastful time"and "bad behaviors". Then someone says to me "Your health is not that good, you better slow down". Excuse me, what? Living a purposeful life is not what made me sick, undiagnosed type 2 did,along with not exercising, drinking too much alcohol, not following a healthy diet, putting myself last, stressing over the little stuff, THATS what contributed to my health deteriation, not working and going to school. So as I started to say, I am back on top of the world again, my diabetes is in check, feeling good, then BAM! I started exercising last night, doing pushups, I blow a blood vessel in my eye. . not the straining kind, the diabetic retinopathy kind. "Well, shit!" I thought. . as my eye sight started deminishing, I called my husband to take me to the E.R. (knowing they probably couldnt do anything at this point, but you never know.) My hubby and I are quiet in the E.R, and on the way home, I apologize to him for the inconvenience of spending Monday night in the E.R. So I started thinking about the comment that was made to me and then started recollecting (hindsight is always 20/20, no pun intended:) I drank alcohol, two weekends in a row, I let my BS spike up and down or get too high more than a couple times during the prior weeks, I blew off making my follow up appt. with my Retinal Consultant Dr., I started "chasing" my BS when I knew I shouldnt have. So was it my "schedule" or my slipping discipline? I could use the excuse that it was my schedule, but then what would be Iron Andy's excuse? He participates in Triathalon's as a T1. As I write this looking thru black spotty vision, I would say it was definetely my discipline. Needless to say, I woke up this morning, and ate my low carb smoothie, which I haven't done in two weeks, I check by BS while at work, which I havent done for last two weeks, and because I let my BS get out of control, I missed classes this week and now advanced my diabetic retinopathy. Diabetes is managable, for sure, but it gives you a damn rude awakening when you fall off track.