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Hey Guys...Hope you all enjoy this blog, let me know what yee think :)Well, where to start?! Let's start off with the horrible stuff first, get it out of the way. Let's talk about the symptoms I battled everyday for nearly 2 years! Yes, that long, I didnt notice at first, a bit of weight loss here and there but I was becoming a proper teen, so who was to know? It started off with thirst and weight loss in the summer before I began 6th class. In that time I must have lost about 3 stone at least, because by the time i was headed into the Summer before 1st year I was a tiny 5 stone, from a previous 10 or more. Now my mother didn't neglect me or anything of the sort , I had been at the doctor many times with various infections, chest infections and the like and informed the doctor of the weight loss, he replied 'it's just hormones!' Hormones ya know!..Things rapidly started to get worse, peeing every two minutes during the night, feeling like I was going to faint if I even attempted a bit of excercise, and drinking LITRES a day, literally!
So at this stage I was losing weight every day, no matter how much i ate (i'm a great eater), hence the ten stone previous! I was unable to go out with friends as my body just couldn't handle it. Things all came to a head in first year when I was in P.E. We were doing circuits. I was usually okay with them. This time I found myself gasping for breath and something to drink every two minutes, my friends told me I was blue around my lips and purple in my cheeks and my teacher just thought it was beacuse I was unfit. So i pushed until the end. I arrived back into the corridor of my school, crying with weakness and fainted, a teacher spotted me and, well, carried me to the front office. I was weak, had no energy, gulping glasses of water and feeling like I was going to die.
I was sent back to class without the office informing my mother of what had happened, but I felt a little better and wanted to get back to class. They just thought i was unbelievably unfit. I had to walk to my bus, about a 3 minute walk. When my cousin saw the colour of my face and the constant 'shakes' I was having, she was shocked. So she and I began walking in the storm outside, I felt my breath getting tighter and tighter and I was in the same situation as i was in in P.E. Eventually we got on the bus and I fell asleep. I needed a drink and some food. I got home, my mother took one look at me and insisted I go to the doctor first thing in the morning. I felt perfectly fine after I had a drink and a big dinner, my energy seemed to be back to normal. My mother still forced me to go to the doctor though. When I went, or, crawled into the doctor, he took one look at me and told me to pee in a bottle, I was an expert at doing this at this stage from all my previous visits! He took one look at my urine and gasped, 'You have Type 1 diabetes '. He said that I was very sick and I needed to go to the hospital immediately, he looked very frightened and informed me the lost weight will eventually go back on!
My view of diabetes at the time was that you could have a choice of whether you took tablets or injections, so that shows you just how much I thought I knew about this condition I would face for the rest of my life, that I didn't know either! I was brought to hospital and put in a wheelchair and brought to the emegancy room to have my glucose checked, I was 15 which wasn't too bad, but I hadn't eaten a thing that day. My ketones were 6.0, which was extremely dangerous and i was brought up to the ward where i would spend the next week or so. I was scared, worried but excited at the same time. I was put on two drips, and i got blood taken 6 times during my duration of the stay.
As the nurses began to introduce various needles and booklets and blood glucose monitors, I was scared but too weak to care what they did to make it go away. I just needed to feel better. My Mam found it very hard and my Dad also. I got the hang of it in no time and the next day I was feeling so much better already. There was no thirst and no weakness, but I did sleep a lot. It must have been because i had been up every hour drinking and peeing the more I drank. And when I would wake up in the middle of the night I would have lucozade. So that made me higher which made me more thirsty and made me pee even more! I'd have about 3 bottles of lucozade a night. It's a wonder how Im still alive really.
I arrived home from hospital eventually feeling happy and scared , scared incase I did something wrong or if I went low and didnt know what to do. The first week was very tough, I was constantly reading at 17.0-25. Things then started to become routine, just fit into my normal day and so things got easier with the new diet, and the injections became very easy as it became a habit. Wake up, take an injection and so on and checking blood sugar before and after every meal was tough but that also gradually became easier and before i knew it everything was falling into place
There were lots of ups and lots of downs. The ups were the feeling you would get when your blood sugar worked out, like under 10, you would feel proud and that encouraged me to keep them up, and I was happy with how easy things were becoming normal, things were becoming part of everyday and each day it got a tiny bit easier. I was happy I was able to do my own injections, my own blood glucose and treat my lows, though they were rare.
The downs were stuff like, when you first go back to school after being in hospital, people looking at you as if you're an alien, that you're not able to do things, when I was the very same as them, we just have to take extra care of our diet and monitor our bloods etc. That annoyed me, for example when I was brave enough to take out my blood sugar machine and check it in front of people, I would get ridiculous comments like, 'eeeew how do you do that, i wouldnt do that', as if I would do it if i didnt have to! And things like, 'Emma stop doing that in front of me go somewhere else', but I would never have gone anywhere else to do my medication. I have every right to look after myself in front of people, if they dont like it, THEY can go somewhere else. Another one was when I started using the insulin pens four times a day which meant I had to take an injection at lunch time, that also made people cringe. After a while the comments got a bit much and I was feeling upset and self conscious about taking my injection in front of people but I refused to go anywhere else. I'm too stubborn to give in to childish people. My teachers didn't really understand it and still don't, which frustares me, they don't understand that sometimes, for example when you're low, you have to take a break to eat and stop what you are doing. But I think they're getting the hang of it as the years go on!
I went from going into the hospital and the doctor telling me to do things different and changing my insulin, trying to sort my highs , to going in now, him telling me 'Your almost TOO perfect now', which helps :). I have put on all the weight I lost which is hard, but at least I am healthy and do not feel the way I used to. I had some off times, like when I had to get a CGM sensor in for a few days, when my bloods were a bit high, but with a little help from a fabulous nurse, everything worked out when she changed my night time insulin to Lantus. I was on Levimir, but that didnt work out for me.
If you were to ask me how my diabetes is now, I would say great!:) I'm not strict on my diet, I eat more than what a person with out diabetes would eat! But I contol it well and know when too much is too much. Im not mad into sport so i didn't do much apart from swimming every now and again. I see diabetes in a positive way. I do not let it run control my life, I control it, bu looking after it:)