Today’s prompt: Recently various petitions have been circulating the Diabetes Online Community, so today let’s pretend to write our own. Tell us who you would write the petition to – a person, an organization, even an object (animate or inanimate) – get creative!! What are you trying to change and what have you experienced that makes you want this change? (Thanks to Briley of inDpendence for this topic suggestion.)
I have to admit, I’m either completely out of creativeness or a completely bring person. I’ll be honest. There isn’t too much I would change at the moment. Even though my life with T1D is now approaching it’s 17th year anniversary, for most of it I was in complete denial and didn’t care. I took my shots, usually, but I never and I honestly mean never checked my blood sugars. Quite frankly, contemplating on the past, I am damn lucky to even be alive. I had an awakening. I was happy, really, in the past. I stayed decently thin. I never had to exercise, or for that matter watch what I ate. Nothing, and stayed thin. Didn’t give a damn that I was probably doing irreversible damage to my body. But for a good 10+ years I lived like this. How could I not. Positive reinforcement was abundant, even though it was coming from people who had no earthly idea that I was suffering from what they now call diabulemia. I had learned to live with always having something to drink nearby. Learned to deal with always bring tired. Learned to live and deal with it all. My awakening came when I was so deeply into a severe metabolic acidosis or severe DKA. I knew it, I just didn’t want to admit it. I went to work, because I never called in sick, like ever. One Friday afternoon after getting off from work, I could not breathe. My mother noticed it. She said lets go to the ER. No really I was fine. I couldn’t even walk to the car. I finally surrendered. I knew I was dead over the weekend if I didn’t do something. I went to the ER, was admitted to ICU and several days later, I was able to go home again. I finally at the ago of 30 and after 10-15 years of denial and ignoring what I didn’t want to acknowledge, it was over. I grew up. I took responsibility for me. I went to the doctor regularly. I got my regular labs. I was a “good diabetic” for the first time since high school. All went well. Until about six weeks ago. Wake up in the ER from a severe nocturnal hypoglycemic episode. CRAP. Well that’s what happens I guess. After I delved into the vast DOC that is here now, non-existent when I was first diagnosed, I took the stories and inspiration of a lot of those out there that I have come to admire for being, well like me, I decided on a CGM and now, after nearly 20 years, I am in the best condition I have been in in a long, long, (one more time) LONG time. And I am happy for once.
So to get back to the task at hand; my response would have to be “I have not yet been living a responsible diabetic” lifestyle long enough to make an informed response. I guess I should have started with that.
Until next time…