bigpurpleduck
Well-Known Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 1
Tonight was time for a set change. I always find this a bit of a pain, but it never normally bothers me. I filled the reservoir, attached set to reservoir, filled the tubing, got needle ready for insertion with Quick-sert - everything went fine. Then I hit the button to fire the needle & canula in and just about hit the roof. Took out the needle and the pain was just getting worse and worse. I knew something wasn't right, so changed again - fortunately the second one felt much better.
Taking out the canula from the painful change just tipped me over the edge. The pain for a few seconds was unbelievable - I screamed and proceeded to cry my heart out. (Note: the cause of pain was only the very tip of the cannula actually going under my skin - most of it hadn't gone in).
The pain quickly subsided, but I was sobbing for ages.
It wasn't the pain, really - it had just set me off. I'm just entirely fed up and miserable with D right now (not helped by being pretty miserable at work, but that's another story for another time). I'm fed up checking my BG to find it in double figures. I'm fed up getting up at 3am. I'm fed up feeling guilty for not basal testing enough at night, and for not basal testing at all during the day. I'm fed up worrying about hypos at work. I'm fed up worrying and wondering about what my A1c is. I'm fed up knowing that every day I spend in double figures is increasing my chances of complications. I'm fed up knowing that when we do decide to have children, I won't have a "normal" pregnancy and birth. I'm fed up writing down my BG, carbs and insulin dose every time I eat. I'm fed up worrying about everything 24/7.
I just want it to go away. I don't have the energy, the motivation or the strength to keep trying at the moment.
Taking out the canula from the painful change just tipped me over the edge. The pain for a few seconds was unbelievable - I screamed and proceeded to cry my heart out. (Note: the cause of pain was only the very tip of the cannula actually going under my skin - most of it hadn't gone in).
The pain quickly subsided, but I was sobbing for ages.
It wasn't the pain, really - it had just set me off. I'm just entirely fed up and miserable with D right now (not helped by being pretty miserable at work, but that's another story for another time). I'm fed up checking my BG to find it in double figures. I'm fed up getting up at 3am. I'm fed up feeling guilty for not basal testing enough at night, and for not basal testing at all during the day. I'm fed up worrying about hypos at work. I'm fed up worrying and wondering about what my A1c is. I'm fed up knowing that every day I spend in double figures is increasing my chances of complications. I'm fed up knowing that when we do decide to have children, I won't have a "normal" pregnancy and birth. I'm fed up writing down my BG, carbs and insulin dose every time I eat. I'm fed up worrying about everything 24/7.
I just want it to go away. I don't have the energy, the motivation or the strength to keep trying at the moment.