thejolley1
Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 2
Think i’ve hit a bit of a brick wall. Things are going reasonably well. From diagnosis of 96 back in Oct last year i’ve got my last Hba1c to 43. I’m on diet/exercise only and sticking to a moderately low carb diet, lots of exercise, a great deal of weight lost. I was on Gliclazide on diagnosis as my nurse thought i was T1 but further testing put in the category of a young type 2.
Levels surprisingly ok without meds, usually in the 5s and 6s and recently got fasting into the 6s more consistently. My tip for that by the way seems to be a great deal of water before bed, flush out the system (usually accompanied by a middle of the night pee 🙂 ).
I had 3 slices of low GI bread last night and two hours after my blood was 7.6, higher than levels i’ve been having lately, but i know still not too bad.
But a conversation between my mum, wife and me: my mum said “well you did have quite a bit” to which my wife replied “but wouldn’t be a lot for a normal person”. Whilst I know it was not intended horribly, I just shut down.
Its really brought it all back for me, that word "normal" and my inability to continue to call myself that. I suspect i’ve bottled up some emotion for a while and kind of was validation of not being normal (whatever that is).
Was awake the majority of the night with some of the worst thoughts.
My last meeting with my diabetic nurse went along the lines of you’ve done amazing BUT it is progressive and eventually you will be on medication and probably insulin. Its comments like that which make this disease really feel futile.
Sounds like burnout right? I just can’t see how i’m ever going to not have that negative feeling like a weight around your neck, knowing the future can and statistically could be very bleak.
Levels surprisingly ok without meds, usually in the 5s and 6s and recently got fasting into the 6s more consistently. My tip for that by the way seems to be a great deal of water before bed, flush out the system (usually accompanied by a middle of the night pee 🙂 ).
I had 3 slices of low GI bread last night and two hours after my blood was 7.6, higher than levels i’ve been having lately, but i know still not too bad.
But a conversation between my mum, wife and me: my mum said “well you did have quite a bit” to which my wife replied “but wouldn’t be a lot for a normal person”. Whilst I know it was not intended horribly, I just shut down.
Its really brought it all back for me, that word "normal" and my inability to continue to call myself that. I suspect i’ve bottled up some emotion for a while and kind of was validation of not being normal (whatever that is).
Was awake the majority of the night with some of the worst thoughts.
- How can i live with this long term (i’m only 33, most people get T2 in later life)?
- I have longer to live with this than most, sooner or later even if i'm on meds surely they can't work forever.
- How can i stop thinking the worst?
- Will i die young? Will i live with pain until then.
- Why is there no way out of this prison of a disease? Why can’t they cure it?
- I wish i could just eat and drink like a normal person without feeling guilt.
- Its not fair, theres lots of people who i see that stuff their face and get away with it.
My last meeting with my diabetic nurse went along the lines of you’ve done amazing BUT it is progressive and eventually you will be on medication and probably insulin. Its comments like that which make this disease really feel futile.
Sounds like burnout right? I just can’t see how i’m ever going to not have that negative feeling like a weight around your neck, knowing the future can and statistically could be very bleak.