Scratch
02-25-2008, 11:47 AM
Today at work I was given a birthday card. :) Attached to the envelope was a sugar free Russell Stover dark chocolate wafer which I suppose serves as a reminder to the past and March 1985 when I began getting extremely thirsty, urinating frequently, feeling awful and having dreams of beautifully cold juices and water that could never satisfy the thirst.
Oh that terrible thirst.
I can't say I remember exactly for sure, but I was admitted into a hospital intensive care on March 17th, a little over 3 weeks after what would seem to be my last piece of birthday cake. A few days getting rehydrated and stabilized, moved over to the pediatric wing I think, learned to roll NPH vials and give myself a shot, learn about the exchange diet plans and off I went into my new exciting life as a type 1 diabetic.
Then it was urine testing and the color changing test strips 4 times a day for blood. I ended up with my diabetic stall space or something on the bathroom countertop. Lifesaver candies were frequently carried in my pockets for the hypos.
I can't say that I'm ever entirely comfortable or accepting of this. I don't know why that is except for what sometimes feels like the constant mental toll of it, even in the periods of denial it was still stuck in my thoughts from the moment I woke up until I would go to sleep, then I'm sure even in my sleep being a diabetic was never forgotten.
It's easier to manage in some ways now. I can test my blood and get a result in less than a minute of fuss. I can eat like a regular person except for having to remove gluten from my diet.
I still can't decide whether or not I want to eat the sugar free chocolate candy I was given for my birthday.
Oh that terrible thirst.
I can't say I remember exactly for sure, but I was admitted into a hospital intensive care on March 17th, a little over 3 weeks after what would seem to be my last piece of birthday cake. A few days getting rehydrated and stabilized, moved over to the pediatric wing I think, learned to roll NPH vials and give myself a shot, learn about the exchange diet plans and off I went into my new exciting life as a type 1 diabetic.
Then it was urine testing and the color changing test strips 4 times a day for blood. I ended up with my diabetic stall space or something on the bathroom countertop. Lifesaver candies were frequently carried in my pockets for the hypos.
I can't say that I'm ever entirely comfortable or accepting of this. I don't know why that is except for what sometimes feels like the constant mental toll of it, even in the periods of denial it was still stuck in my thoughts from the moment I woke up until I would go to sleep, then I'm sure even in my sleep being a diabetic was never forgotten.
It's easier to manage in some ways now. I can test my blood and get a result in less than a minute of fuss. I can eat like a regular person except for having to remove gluten from my diet.
I still can't decide whether or not I want to eat the sugar free chocolate candy I was given for my birthday.