Don’t you just love when you’re getting nice and cozy for bed, you check your pump, and realize you only have 1 unit left? Niiice..
I’m going to make a real effort to take my medicine when I should from here on out. Things have to get better. This is me taking the first step.
When my blood sugar is high, I get depressed. When I get depressed, I see no point in making sure my blood sugar is okay. It’s a vicious cycle.
I’m looking for information on centers or counselors, etc, of behavioral health/counseling/therapy in the southern California region who specialize in diabetes/care of diabetics, especially ones who have knowledge/experience with diabulemia/insulin omission.
Anyone know anything that may help?
Hello, I just wanted to let everyone know about “Strength in Numbers”, which is a documentary starring Elizabeth Perkins, and 4 actual normal people with Diabetes type 1 and 2, everytime it’s watched the Diabetes Hands foundation gets donations, PLEASE watch it.
[Link here] Diabetes CoStars
I’ve actually taken my medicine for the past two days. :) First time in a while that I’ve been able to say that.
Me: I’m going to eat healthy, low carb high protien low calorie dinner yah!
Broken Pancreas: No. Don’t be silly.
Me: You don’t control me! My diabetes shall not mess up my weight loss goals!
Broken Pancreas: Wanna bet bitch?
Me: You’re on!
*3 hours later, the scene in the above picture unfolded*
Broken Pancreas: Told you so.
Me: If you weren’t broken already, I’d stab you.
Broken Pancreas: Shut up and drink your 140 calorie coke. And eat something with calories too - carbs and protein, because I said so.
Broken Pancreas: Or else you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and 45 will look beautifully high compared to what you’ll be.
Me: Help, diabetes has taken me hostage!