Diabadass Life – Insulin Life

I am a lot of things, but patient is not one of my stronger characteristics.

I was resistant to insulin for such a long time, because the idea of more needles (doesn’t matter how skinny it is, sorry!) every day is honestly nauseating, but a little over a month ago I agreed to give it a try because the alternative was to continue doing everything mostly right, only to see no good changes in my numbers, only bad changes.

I obviously don’t have to tell you how defeating a feeling THAT was, so obviously I’d really rather not continue with such a vicious cycle.

So I agreed to try insulin. And if you asked me my ideal number yesterday when I got bloodwork done, a little over a month on insulin, it would be sitting comfortably at 6.2, down from 6.8… that would be ideal.

The result was not ideal, BUT… I do believe, and my doctor has reassured me 14 times over, that this is me on the right track; this is my body adjusting, transitioning, and stabilizing. He says this is normal, and I choose to believe the professional.

So while it’s UP to 7.2 from 6.8, it’s also a little unrealistic to expect everything to balance out in a months time. So here is where a little patience will do me well… this is a marathon, not a sprint!

My job right now is to keep up my healthy habits, keep the damn faith, and keep to my injections.

And so that’s what I will do. Because the alternative is STILL much less appealing than injections every day. That kinda mental roller coaster is not a ride I’d like to take again!

Real Talk – Diabetes Sucks

Okay, you want some real talk? Let’s do real talk! 😊

Diabetes fuckin’ sucks. I won’t even sugar coat it (because sugar is the devil, duhhhh), but it sucks. The second you think you got ish figured out, NOPE, you don’t; back to the guessing games you go!

And I KNOW, before anyone starts coming after me with pitchforks and “it could be so much worse…” stories, I know it could be worse. But any way you slice it, Diabetes still sucks.

It sucks to wake up to low blood sugars and feel out of sorts.
It sucks to continually have to stab your own fingers to draw blood to test.
It sucks to do your best and make no progress.

I could go on. Diabetes just sucks.

I will continue fighting, as I have been, but Diabetes sucks, and having been in the trenches for 8+ years now, I’m allowed to feel that way, and I’m allowed to feel frustrated, and I’m allowed to dislike feeling helpless. I’m NOT helpless, but sometimes it definitely feels that way, and I do a lot of things well, but helpless ain’t one of em.

And I realize this post is far from cheerful and upbeat, but life isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, and I am big on keeping it real.

Diabetes is TOUGH… but I’m tougher, watch