Hello, I’m new here, and I’m glad I found you. Today, I think I reached a new low both in body and mind. I was diagnosed with LADA in mid-June. I’m overwhelmed by everything—BG numbers, highs, lows, meters, strips, lanclets, insulin, syringes, carbs, proteins, exchanges, dosages, digestion, sore fingers—I could go on and on. When I first heard the news, I thought, OK, I can deal with this—I have to. Last night, I injected myself with insulin for the first time. My endo is starting me at a very low dosage because he says I’m still in the “honeymoon phase.” But this morning, even after eating a regular breakfast, I collapsed on the sidewalk while running errands. That’s never happened before. (And my fasting BG this morning was 126, so I can’t imagine how it could drop so drastically, especially after eating breakfast.) Luckily, a kind person ran into a Starbucks and brought me some juice. (Maybe there is a plus side to Starbucks world domination?) Once I could stand, I got into a taxi, came home, and cried a lot.
I’m a grown man, and I worry I’m falling into the trap of feeling sorry for myself. It breaks my heart when I hear about kids dealing with all this, so I’m very aware that I got off easy with a diabetes-free childhood. But I’m just gonna admit it: this sucks. So I have to ask, what’s the one thing you wish someone had told you about living with diabetes when you were first diagnosed?