It's funny how every time I give myself a new injection, each time i have to do blood-work, and each time i have to prick my fingers, squeeze until enough blood comes out, it never gets easier. Sometimes I even hesitate to do it... just like the first time i learned to give myself a shot. how is it that I can hate needles so much... but depend on them for my life? how is it i can do so well one day with numbers and so awful the next.. when i try so hard to do everything right?
Eat less but eat enough, exercise at this time not that time to counteract the hypers, exercise with a sugar pouch tucked into your sports bra in case you go into a hypo, check blood sugar at this time, and that time, and every time in-between, write down your numbers, what you eat, how much of what you eat, how many carbs was it? Oh no, i miscalculated, have to eat more even though i'm full, i just worked out, do i really have gulp down so much juice? sweaty all over even in the cold, shaking can't stop; that means a hype is coming, be prepared or be scared that you forgot to pack an extra glucose needle, an extra juice pack, who do i call? will they know what to do? i don't want to call and be a burden to someone else's time, this is my disease, i need to deal with it. <------ The Diabetic Mind.
*With this post... I would like to commend all of you who live with Diabetes, whether it be Type 1, Type 2, gestational, or living with a loved-one who has it; and it is also time to commend myself for finally admitting that I have Type 1 diabetes and no, I'm not like everyone else. Diabetic Denial is also a disease. Together, we can fight it