bad diabetes day
Today I’ve checked my sugars four times (half what I usually do) and I have been
above 270 all day. I have a small amount of ketones in my urine. I got in a
fight with my mom; I showed the the Diabetes Police that I wrote and she called
me a wimp. Now she’s not speaking to me…and mom, I really need a hug!
I cried a lot. I threw a bottle of insulin across the room…it felt so good,
until I went to pick it up and put it away.
How do people cope with this disease? It’s been a month since I got out of the
hospital. I feel so burned out. I keep trying to take it down a level and just
get through until it’s time for my next shot…my next accu-check. But I don’t
think I can keep it up. I am so frustrated; I want nothing to do with this
disease. 
Speak of the devil…lantus time.
Jenny
February 25th, 2004 at 1:40 am
I did tell my mom that I needed a hug; she told me she didn’t feel like hugging
me “right now” and walked away. That’s my mom…always looking for the chance
to tear my hear out.
You might ask your Mom for a hug; she probably doesn’t realize how diabetes
makes you feel and how it can affect how you act. It’s as new to her as it is
to you; she probably doesn’t know what to do for you. I’m betting, as a mom
myself, that if you ask, she’d have you smothered in hugs & kisses.
February 25th, 2004 at 10:36 pm
I’m sorry to hear your mom isn’t being understanding. I know it is a lame excuse, but she might be scared, too. (I know, moms aren’t supposed to be, right? Well, it does scare them too…..even if they don’t admit it.) Wish I knew the magic words to help you make her understand that you need her right now. I’ve been insulin dependent for over 20 years and my mom STILL worries about it. If it helps any, I’ve been on shots forever & it WILL get better. I went through the “I hate it all” stage when I was a teenager. Luckily, I managed to get through it & it’s just another part of my day now. I even make jokes about it. (OK, so that may seem odd, but it helps if you can make some jokes. I refer to the blood tests as the “daily blood-lettings”, like when they used to use leeches to “cure” illnesses. Kind of icky, but I’ve always had a strange sense of humor.) I really hope things start to look better for you. I’m sending you a HUGE hug from somebody who understands
the frustration. Feel free to email me anytime you want to talk!!
Stacy