SilentAssassin1642
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- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 1
I wrote this on my livejournal...
Right now I just burst into tears on Matt's shoulders after we had a bit of a squabble over me missing out some form of materia on final fantasy 7. I think it's Enemy Skill that I now can't get until the end of disk 1, which is annoying. And we squabbled. And all of a sudden all the negative feelings I've had for the past however many days about my diabetes came flooding out.
I cried on his shoulder. I burst into tears on his shoulder and I kept of saying I HATE THIS CONDITION I HATE IT I HATE IT I DONT WANT TO BE DIABETIC ANYMORE PLEASE TAKE IT AWAY
I know he can't take it away from me. But it doesn't stop me from hating it. I just want my pancreas to work, just for a few hours so I can be like everyone else, so i can be like every normal person out there. I'd love to be able to have a snack and not have to inject. But no, if I want a snack then I have to drop everything and work out how much insulin i need to cover it. And i hate it. People look at me whenever I need to do my injection like i'm some sort of heroine user. And you know what, it makes me feel so dirty.
At work, I feel like the special one when everyone keeps coming to check up on me. I just want to be left alone sometimes. I hate the way work screws with my levels too, making them go up and down like a yo-yo. I feel like utter rubbish since starting the overnights, my average BG has gone through the roof and I'm scared that my HBA1C will shoot up to something it shouldn't be.
I'm trying so so hard to make this work, to get my levels down to a reasonable level. But it's just not working and I'm getting so frustrated with it. Nothing I do with it is right, and I hate it.
I look at myself in the mirror now and I see myself as fat. Matt tells me I'm not but in my head I can see that I've been putting weight on. My nurse tells me I'm the perfect weight with a good BMI, but I don't think I am. I feel like a fat whale. Before I was diabetic, I never felt like this. And ok, so I was 8 years old at the time, but I wasn't fat. Now, I feel fat. I feel like I'm putting on loads of weight because of the diabetes, because of me going hypo and having to eat all the time. In short I feel like a whale.
I hate the fact that I have background retinopathy. I hate the fact that because I have had this awful disease for nigh on 14 years I am getting the onset of complications that even when I try to do things right, I have no control over. My HBA1Cs have been pretty constant with just that one blip when I went through that rebellion (ok...it was a few years...where i would refuse to go...), but my levels were still never that bad. I hate the fact that even if I'm the worlds perfect diabetic, these complications might come anyway. I don't want to go blind. I try and tell my specialists these worries but they just don't give a hoot.
I hate how going hypo makes me feel like my whole body is shutting down. I hate how going hyper makes me want to drink my body weight in water and then throw the lot back up. I hate how I have to be so, so careful when I'm ill and be so so careful of ketones.
I hate that I can't just be normal.
I hate that this stupid thing can't just go away.
I wish Matt could take it away from me, just for a day, so I could know what it's like to be normal.
But right now I just can't stop crying, and Matt just doesn't seem to know how to deal with it...I don't know what to tell him. I just don't know what to do about it anymore. Do I just get on with it and let him wander around like a confused person, or do I try and tell him how I'm feeling through my sobs? Problem with the second issue being that he's not really very good at that and gets frustrated with me when I can't tell him exactly how I'm feeling.
I want to stop crying. I want to stop crying and I want to be like a normal girl in her earlu 20's. Someone do this for me please?
Right now I just burst into tears on Matt's shoulders after we had a bit of a squabble over me missing out some form of materia on final fantasy 7. I think it's Enemy Skill that I now can't get until the end of disk 1, which is annoying. And we squabbled. And all of a sudden all the negative feelings I've had for the past however many days about my diabetes came flooding out.
I cried on his shoulder. I burst into tears on his shoulder and I kept of saying I HATE THIS CONDITION I HATE IT I HATE IT I DONT WANT TO BE DIABETIC ANYMORE PLEASE TAKE IT AWAY
I know he can't take it away from me. But it doesn't stop me from hating it. I just want my pancreas to work, just for a few hours so I can be like everyone else, so i can be like every normal person out there. I'd love to be able to have a snack and not have to inject. But no, if I want a snack then I have to drop everything and work out how much insulin i need to cover it. And i hate it. People look at me whenever I need to do my injection like i'm some sort of heroine user. And you know what, it makes me feel so dirty.
At work, I feel like the special one when everyone keeps coming to check up on me. I just want to be left alone sometimes. I hate the way work screws with my levels too, making them go up and down like a yo-yo. I feel like utter rubbish since starting the overnights, my average BG has gone through the roof and I'm scared that my HBA1C will shoot up to something it shouldn't be.
I'm trying so so hard to make this work, to get my levels down to a reasonable level. But it's just not working and I'm getting so frustrated with it. Nothing I do with it is right, and I hate it.
I look at myself in the mirror now and I see myself as fat. Matt tells me I'm not but in my head I can see that I've been putting weight on. My nurse tells me I'm the perfect weight with a good BMI, but I don't think I am. I feel like a fat whale. Before I was diabetic, I never felt like this. And ok, so I was 8 years old at the time, but I wasn't fat. Now, I feel fat. I feel like I'm putting on loads of weight because of the diabetes, because of me going hypo and having to eat all the time. In short I feel like a whale.
I hate the fact that I have background retinopathy. I hate the fact that because I have had this awful disease for nigh on 14 years I am getting the onset of complications that even when I try to do things right, I have no control over. My HBA1Cs have been pretty constant with just that one blip when I went through that rebellion (ok...it was a few years...where i would refuse to go...), but my levels were still never that bad. I hate the fact that even if I'm the worlds perfect diabetic, these complications might come anyway. I don't want to go blind. I try and tell my specialists these worries but they just don't give a hoot.
I hate how going hypo makes me feel like my whole body is shutting down. I hate how going hyper makes me want to drink my body weight in water and then throw the lot back up. I hate how I have to be so, so careful when I'm ill and be so so careful of ketones.
I hate that I can't just be normal.
I hate that this stupid thing can't just go away.
I wish Matt could take it away from me, just for a day, so I could know what it's like to be normal.
But right now I just can't stop crying, and Matt just doesn't seem to know how to deal with it...I don't know what to tell him. I just don't know what to do about it anymore. Do I just get on with it and let him wander around like a confused person, or do I try and tell him how I'm feeling through my sobs? Problem with the second issue being that he's not really very good at that and gets frustrated with me when I can't tell him exactly how I'm feeling.
I want to stop crying. I want to stop crying and I want to be like a normal girl in her earlu 20's. Someone do this for me please?
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