Posted by on Tuesday 30 November 2010

Patterns, pitfalls and playing the game

Sometimes diabetes seems understandable, logical, reliable almost. But not today.

The times I find diabetes hardest to deal with are the times when it just doesn't seem to be playing the game. When it takes it into its head to change the rules every day that week. When you never know what you are supposed to be doing because what happened yesterday isn't happening today.

I'm fortunate in that I don't seem to get ill very often, but I'm just coming out of a cough/cold thing which, unusually for me has pushed my blood glucose levels right up. Suddenly my total daily dose of insulin rose by about 50%. I kept things in check, more or less, for the few days it lasted - but knew that when things began to return to normal I'd have to back-off the extra insulin sharpish or I'd end up running low most of the day. That day, it seems was yesterday. I felt hypo much of the morning. I ate lots of extra carbs. Today I tried normal doses and went to the gym. Felt a little low mid-morning and had a couple of fruit pastilles. At lunchtime I was 12.0 (216). WHAT?! But I've not eaten anything like the extra I did yesterday (when I continued to putter along on the edge of hypoland despite all the sweets and biscuits I scoffed) AND I've only had half my standard 'gym day' extra carbs AND I tested after the gym and was fine AND AND AND...

So I stomped around and got all cross. And Jane had to bear the brunt of it. And I'm sorry.

These are the times when diabetes gets me down. These are the times when I know I am a nightmare to be around. These are the times I wish I could control myself. These are the times when I am most grateful for the love and support of my family. Especially Jane. I could not do this without you.

M x


  1. Oh, how I know the feeling! I've had a lot of this lately.

    And I'm the same with my OH - he gets an earful & takes it without complaint, bless him.

    A high five for battering on!

  2. This is my first time reading this blog and so far I really enjoy it. I have just started a blog myself about families living with type 1 diabetes and wanted to visit another blog about another "diabetic" although I don't like that title.

    Our story began back in 2004 when our 5.5-year-old daughter was diagnosed with type 1. We thought we were coasting through life fairly well after a few years of this when in 2009 I found out I had developed type 1 at the age of 33. Then just as that idea was sinking in we found out in 2010 that our 5.5-year-old son had developed type 1 as well (these are our only two children). WOW!!! what are the chances? just about one in a billion I'd say. So we are now in our 8th month of 3 out of 4 of our household living with this disase and trying to keep everything straight. Oh, I forgot to mention our 16-year-old cat got diabetes in his last months but-and this might sound cruel but I think you would understand-I couldn't handle another member of the household getting insulin shots daily so we let nature take its course and he passed away in November.

    So this is our story in a nutshell-as you can imagine our journey is forever ongoing and changing from day-to-day as well.

    A.B. in the USA

  3. Thanks AB.

    Wow! I can't imagine how difficult it must be with three diabetics in the house. Hope you get good support from your endo/team.