Dear Dr. Levy, This is no April Fools’ joke, but I’ve recently had a hypo - like, a proper one - and it scared the living daylights out of me. From now on, I’ll never end my blogs/letters with “I doubt I’ll be blogging again before I see you, unless something major happens” because that was fairly major. It happened the next day.
I woke up before lecture and had a bowl of cereal with my tablets. Went to lecture and had a Double Decker during the break. Naughty me, I know. Anyway, after lecture, I walked halfway home with a friend - he lives on the other end of the local park, which goes on for miles. It was also sunny and on the way back, on the phone to my friend, I said “I think I’m having a hypo. No, I actually am..” I felt the symptoms and sat down for a bit. Not a good idea, because I stood up and couldn’t walk. For once, I felt REALLY low and I panicked because (for once) I didn’t have anything sweet in my bag, due to my attempts at being healthier - I had the Double Decker earlier, but that was ‘it’ for me, if you see what I mean?
I ended up going to Subway and barely finished my footlong, but my sugars reached a normal level. Since that incident, I’ve been sure to tell my housemates about my diabetes (they knew to an extent and some knew more things than others). I made sure they knew that a hypo was no joke and if I’m ever frenzying for chocolate (sans grabbing them by their collars - that’s for another time when I need chocolate) that they should help me out as soon as possible.
Aside from that, I’m good. My boss reckons I’m getting better at my job - a barmaid in a social club - and I’ve got a new house down the road. I’m absolutely chuffed and will now register with a local-er GP now that I have some stability down here.
Dear Dr. Levy, Yesterday, I ate a Subway salad and a packet of cookies. I also had a bowl of cereal later and although that wasn’t the most healthy of days, I’m rather proud of that. I want to try this whole “healthy” thing properly-ish. After being so used to junk, this will be a bit of a long process. I say that after I’ve just attempted to eat a doner kebab tonight.
Yesterday, I went to the park with my salad and read a book. It was a lovely sunny day and it made me feel chilled out and not totally hungry. I skipped breakfast, simply because I daren’t go up to that kitchen for a while. Today, I got a meal deal from Boots - sandwich, drink and a packet of crisps. It wasn’t too healthy, but it was light. I also tried a wafer bar from Boots’ No Added Sugar range and you know what? It was really nice! Usually I associate no added sugar being equal to no added flavour, but I did like the wafer bar. I’m going to try to have things from that range as my main treat from now on. It’ll be occassional because it could also lead to me breaking the bank.
Speaking of banks and money and everything I dislike… I’ve got a house sorted out and will pay the deposit on Wednesday. I’m also pleased to say that, due to not using my overdraft at all this year, I’m in a very decent financial situation.
Anyway, I should probably explain the kebab. Today I went to the park with my Boots lunch and then I came back and fell asleep. My mate rang me and I checked my blood sugar because I felt that usual dizziness. 4.8, not too high and certainly not too low, but enough to make me think “I should probably eat something to raise it a little bit.” So I did. I went up to my kitchen and I have literally nothing. Probably out of pure laziness, I decided to get a kebab. My mate on the phone wasn’t helping much, either. I’m proud to say I didn’t eat it all, because I felt quite sick, to be honest.
I’ve also been taking my tablets, except I’ve slightly upped my dose over the past few weeks. Whenever I’ve taken the tablets (which I will admit has been hardly, because I tend to forget..) I have a Eucreas tablet and two Repliniglides. If I actually take both Eucreases, I’ll have the two Repliniglides with each dose. So four Repliniglides instead of three. It’s not a major change, but it may affect me. I’ve only started this over the past few weeks, like I’ve said and I’ve only just kicked my arse in gear over the past few days.
I think I’ve gained weight, too, which is what has frustrated me into kicking myself into gear. I bought a dress in December which is a size 18 and it used to be quite loose at some points and I could slide it on easily. Now, it’s snug. I don’t like being snug as a size 18, because I don’t like being fat.
Tomorrow I plan to have breakfast after the cleaners deal with my kitchen and then I’ll also have lunch before my lecture, then tea later on. I’ll probably snack later in the evening because my friend’s coming back to sign the house contract on Wednesday, but I’ll try eating some fruit if I’m snacking. I’m rather fond of the Sainsbury’s pre-packed fruit selections, especially if I’m out and about - which I tend to be, because it’s so boring around here…
Anywho, that’s all for now. I doubt I’ll be blogging again before I see you, unless something major happens.
Dear Dr. Levy, I’m still alive and I’ll see you on the 3rd April, which is my boyfriend’s birthday. We’re still together and so far, so good. Hope you got my blood test results, I sort of didn’t go to a recent appointment, so I have a feeling that my GP will yell at me. Oops.
I haven’t been feeling too upbeat as of late in terms of diabetes and I’ve fucked up big time with my blood sugars. I wish I could just magically make them “work properly” again. It frustrates me. I’m sick of over-sleeping and constant headaches.
I tried to transfer courses, but I’ve concluded (thanks to money being the major factor) that I’ll stick with Journalism.
Dear Dr. Levy, Happy leap year. I’d also like to apologise for the lack of blogs and general updates about how the ol’ diabetes is going. I don’t know why I just said that, because let’s face it, I’ll never be ecstatic about it to the point where I’m pleased.
Anywho, I went for a fasting blood test yesterday. You’re linked with my GP and stuff, so you should get the results. I’ll also go for another one before 3rd April, when I next see you. I may have fasted, but I predict the results to be rather rubbish.
The title of this blog - Comfort - is to do with how I’ve been feeling recently. I don’t feel comfortable where I’m living. The kitchen is constantly a state and it makes me hate being in there for more than five minutes. We get a cleaner in every Tuesday morning and last week it was a pig sty within a day. I hadn’t gone into the kitchen (which is directly above my room) for a day, so none of the filth was my own. Our bin was overflowing and there wasn’t a clean surface in sight. My baking tray has gone missing, as well as a majority of my cutlery.
Due to not feeling comfortable in the kitchen, I barely went in last week. After the cleaner came yesterday, it was decent. I baked with my friend. We made cookies. But back onto the whole “comfort” thing… I didn’t feel comfortable last week, so I think I mainly lived on takeaways and snacks, or went to a friend’s house. I regret not eating properly before I went to work on Saturday, though, because I had a hypo after taking my tablets earlier. I soon wolfed down a BLT to sort that out.
My weight isn’t shifting from around 13 stone and my other friend is considering joining the gym for £20 a month. Sounds decent, but I’m not sure about doing it. I also - this is going to sound stupid - save my money for a new tooth. I chipped my tooth a couple of days ago and it’s a massive chunk. Sadly, it’s also the tooth that is mostly filling, so I have a feeling that it’ll cause problems later this month. I’ll have to wait until April for an appointment, which is irritating. I regret getting a tounge piercing last year.
Anyway. You’re not a dentist, so I don’t know why I’m going on about my poor tooth…
My diet’s a mega-failure, yet again. It feels as if I either binge on fruit, or have bucketloads of junk. I know that it’s not exactly healthy, but I’m just trying to get on with things. I can’t plan meals for shit, though my cupboards have decided that during this next week, I’ll be eating:
Spaghetti hoops + toast
Chicken Super Noodles with bread
Some chicken nuggets
Chicken mayo sandwiches
Though, that being said, I am going to the Houses of Parliament tomorrow - it’s a Journalism trip, woohoo! - so I’ll pop up to see my parents. I’m going to raid their cupboards (what’s new?) and have a meal (or five) while I’m there. The best part is that funds will be reimbursed by my university.
I’m honestly - and trulymadlydeeply - hoping that I get some money on Wednesday. My friend/former manager has promised to give me a bit of money from all the time I spent working for the YMCA - I don’t think I’ve mentioned that I quit there a couple of weeks ago, due to the manager getting fired. Either way, I hope to get money.
I’m now a barmaid in a social club. It’s only one night a week, but it’s cash in hand - roughly £37.50 a night - so it’s all good. I just wish I could save money better. I need to work on that. But I need to get some new folders and stuff for my uni work. And it’s Valentine’s Day soon, though I reckon I’ve got that sorted. No, I don’t.
I’ve also started house-hunting with my cheesecake-loving friend and another friend of mine, whose house I tend to spend most of my spare time at, and we’ll also be living with another lad, who’s a friend of cheesecake-lover. I should give my friends better codenames, shouldn’t I? My second friend and I get on like a house on fire, it’s hilarious. I’m really happy with her around, to be honest, and can’t wait ‘til we all live together. I’ve looked around for everything from flats, to houses and mansionettes. Oh, and a mansion. But let’s be real.
For now, I’m not stressed and my university work is going fine. That’s a lie. This blog post to you is a form of procrastination in itself.
Dear Dr. Levy, I’ve noticed something. Whenever I forget my tablets in the morning and find that I’m not carrying anything at all (usually I try to at least carry my Eucreas tablets), I tend to pig out like crazy.
In a nutshell, I had a cookie for breakfast. I then attempted to have porridge for lunch, until my manager/super-close mate came down from his meeting and asked me to go to KFC with him while he let off some steam - I had a Popcorn Chicken Snack Box, Mini Fillet and one of my manager’s hot wings, with Pepsi Max. After that, a colleague/mate of mine came back to work with “lunch” for my manager and I. She bought me a Big Mac meal (I caved…) but I did split it with another colleague. I had a few chips from it, half of the burger and a Sprite Zero. After work, I went bowling with the friend who bought me the Big Mac meal and she bought me a bacon bap and some chips. I then came home to my friend that lives up the road and cooked us cheeseburgers and wedges. Then I had some Raspberry Ripple ice cream. And other things, probably.
I feel like a pig. That being said, it’s the second day of… How can I say this without sounding crude? My “aunt flo” is visiting.
Yesterday, in contrast, I bought an M&S meal for one which was a chicken breast meal with mashed potato, peas and carrots. I can’t remember off of the top of my head what else I ate, but that was the key thing. Oh, I think I went to McDonalds and had the Deli of the Day - Grilled chicken with salad - but I had large chips, so my friend could get a free cheeseburger out of my NUS card.
I’m also addicted to Rockstar energy drinks. The sugar free one. It’s called Perfectberry, which is strawberry, raspberry and blueberry. I went through a little phase where I had about one a day, mostly just to wake up in the mornings, but I haven’t had one today. I tend to drink too many fizzy drinks, though. I don’t really talk about what I drink, do I? It’s mostly Diet Coke or Pepsi Max, anyway.
Back to today… I went home, checked my blood sugars and it was 12.9. Shit. I’ve just checked them now and they’re worse. My reading is 13.3. I feel crap right now… Not physically, but emotionally. I’ve probably had days like this before - you know, where my blood sugar was sky high - but I haven’t noticed. It’s 1.46am and I can’t exactly go jogging - what is this, an Always advert?! - but I’ll see how I am in the morning.
Until then, I think I should go to bed. I have work in the morning and promised to be in for 9. I reckon I’ll need a Rockstar drink tomorrow. Or two.
I’ve been ever-so-slightly annoyed at my friend (remember my cheesecake-loving chum from earlier?) for not getting her arse in gear, in terms of unpacking and motivating herself, but I’ve come to realise that it’s probably me reflecting my anger towards myself onto her, if that makes sense? I don’t know, it’s 1.42am, I’m tired. I’m blogging really quickly while this thought is fresh on my mind, but basically, before my friend went home for the holidays, I was staying on her floor. While I was there, it was motivation for me to actually cook. I’m not the best of cooks, however, I do find it motivational to cook for two. To have someone - not rely or depend on you… Hmm, how do I say this? - appreciate? Yeah, someone appreciate the fact that you’ve cooked something for both of you to enjoy.
My friend does appreciate when I cook for us and I like that feeling. One time, I cooked turkey breasts (accidently picked those up instead of chicken, oops..), with mozzarella cheese, some rice with chicken noodle soup and some broccoli and carrots. It was a complete and utter failure, but my friend still ate it and complimented my efforts. Isn’t turkey healthier anyway?
The point is that my friend and I shopped together for food, while discussing potential meals. It was easier while we were living under the same roof, sharing the same kitchen and saw each other every night, but while I’ve been kick-starting myself back into another newer routine - such as a university timetable that is made up of workshops this month, rather than lectures, while my friend doesn’t start lectures until next month either, but has a bucketload of essays to be writing and balancing that with work - while worrying about my rapidly-decreasing funds. I’m not gonna lie (when do I on this blog?), but my friend isn’t the best with her money, or even with her bank card most days. I’m worried about forking out loads of money (Probably about £30 at the most, but as a student, that hurts!) and cooking, while I get poorer. At the same time, it’ll benefit my health.
Do you know how much I’ve been craving fruit and vegetables? Tonight, my friend and I had a kebab (a very rare ‘treat’ for me usually, as they make me feel sick afterwards) and although I don’t get all of the salad, I asked for extra helpings of lettuce and cucumber. My friend and I were literally sharing out the small portion of salad before we even bothered with the greasy little kebab. I do want to start eating more fruit and vegetables, it’s just finding the time and motivating myself into cooking properly again. I think I might have salad and chips tomorrow, actually. For now, I feel so disgusting after wolfing down that kebab, if I’m being honest… And the chocolate log I grabbed from home after Christmas probably didn’t help, either. I did have an apple before I left my mate’s, though.
I think fruit is the way forward.
PS. I weighed myself a couple of days ago. 12 stone, 10. Some conversion site is telling me that it’s roughly 76kg. I want to keep this up!
PPS. Just done my blood sugars. 10.1. I’m sorry, pancreas.
Dear Dr. Levy, Today, I ate a whole fridge. Slight exaggeration, because let’s face it, as a university student living in share accommodation, I only have one shelf and a drawer of a fridge. But in all seriousness, I had a packet of M&S animal biscuits (the children’s ones, about 125g in total) and for lunch (about 2 o’clock) a two-piece variety meal at KFC (including my manager/super-close mate’s hot wings in exchange for my chicken strip) and on the way home, some Cadbury Chocs. Oh, and a Reese’s peanut bar. Yum. So basically, before I got home today, I pigged out. What’s new?
Well, the “new” thing is that my blood sugar is low. 5.7, which is low for me, as you know. I feel dizzy and I recognise the symptoms (I blatantly deserve a medal…) but, as per usual, I’m bloody confused. After lunch, I took my tablets - one Eucreas and two Repliidhsisdkglides - but then I ate everything that was bad for me. I know, I know, I shouldn’t, but, well, there’s no excuse… Is it to do with the temperature? It’s bloody cold today! I had a fleece on, but I was sat at the train station for about half an hour, waiting. I then had a 15 minute walk home, through the cold. By the time I got home, the heat hit me and I felt dizzy. I’ve eaten a banana and I’ve now got a Pot Noodle waiting for me. Not the best of foods, but it’ll keep me going.
Dear Dr. Levy, Happy New Year! As you can imagine, my new year celebrations were filled with the one thing a majority of students fill theirs with: alcohol. I’ll admit that I wasn’t much of a drinker prior to joining university, but oops, that went out of the window. The awkward part is that I’m more of a spirits drinker - vodka + diet coke mostly, but I’m partial to the odd cocktail pitcher or rounds of shots - while I can’t stand bitters/largers/beer. It’s awkward because aren’t spirits worse than beer? Or is alcohol in general just a no-go? Stupid question. I know I shouldn’t be drinking as much as I do.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t drink all the time. It’s a couple of drinks a week, really. Take last night, for example: I went out with a couple of blokes from the PDSA charity shop over the road + had two vodkas with diet coke. I came back to my house + my housemate invited me out for a game of pool + a drink. Plus one vodka with diet coke. So that’s 3. That’s like 6 units or something, isn’t it? I could walk and talk, so all was well. Even after a cider with black current juice, I was fine. So I had four drinks last night and I’m fine. I know that I need to slow down with drinking, because that was actually a casual night. I’ve had nights where I’ve downed pitchers with my mate or I’ve downed bottles of alocopops. It depends, really. I’m aware of the fact that I shouldn’t be drinking much - and to be fair, I’m not super-keen on it, though it is quite fun if you’re in the right company (last night I was, and on New Year’s I was too).
I’m rambling/babbling on about drink, like I have a problem or something, aren’t I? It’s not as bad as it seems, but I would like to nip it in the bud before it does become a problem. Perhaps if I really, legitimately sorted my diet out - like cutting out the entire sweet shop I down daily, for example (just a suggestion..) - then maybe I wouldn’t need to worry as much? I don’t know…
I feel like this is a sort of see-saw battle. You know what they say, “what goes up, must come down.”
It’d be nice if that was my alcohol units (and ultimately, my blood sugar), eh?
PS: My blood sugar reading is 11.6 right now - 23:05 - after I had a couple of satsumas, a crisp sandwich on brown bread and Magic Stars an hour ago. Oink.
Dear Dr. Levy - I think I've dropped a dress size? - 21/12/11
Dear Dr. Levy, Like the title says, I reckon I’ve dropped a dress size. Well, I’m in denial. I still believe that I’m a size 18 - aka a whale - but my friend is insistent that I’m a bloody size 14. Well, on top, I’d say I’m an 18, with 16 bottoms.
I’m 82.6kg, as you already know, which is 13 stone (roughly). I’m used to being 14 stone, so perhaps I have dropped a dress size. I’m used to my baggy clothes and feeling like a big fat frump - I hate being bloody apple-shaped! - so it doesn’t feel like I have.
Today in the shop, I tried on a size 14 top. It fit rather well, so my mate was actually pretty smug about it. I tried on a different size 14 top and didn’t feel too comfortable, so I may stick with size 16 clothes for now.
I won’t get rid of my size 18 tops because:
I’m so broke that it’s no joke. (Lyrics curtosy of Fazer from N-Dubz)
If I don’t go back to taking my “Repliuhreoikewlhajwglide” I’ll be back to a size 18 in no time.
I get my prescription tomorrow and I also move into my room in my university student village, so either way, I will get my medication sorted. I’ll admit that I haven’t had my tablets today. I plan to play on my friend’s Nintendo Wii to help drop the ol’ blood sugars. Or I’ll go for a walk.
Point is, I feel happier knowing that I’m a dress size smaller! :)
Dear Dr. Levy, To keep things short and sweet, I reckon Chinese buffets will be the death of me. That’s it, really. Aside from that, my job is going fine, but as for living? Well, we’ve got a good chat coming up!
Dear Dr. Levy - Oops, I'm Slacking - 9th December 2011
Dear Dr. Levy, I’ve been slacking with my tablets and it’s annoying me. I haven’t been very consistent with meals and my diet has worsened, unfortunately. For example, I used to eat breakfast, but due to stress and running late most of the time, I haven’t had a nice bowl of cereal or any fruit to start the day in what feels like forever. Despite being fat/overweight/a whale, I do enjoy fruit at the start of the day. I do want to be healthier. I’m still around 83kg, but I do want to lose more weight. I feel as though the weight will slowly creep back up, though.
It may seem as though I’m making excuses, but I’m not. I just haven’t been as focused on my condition or my eating patterns as I have been with other things, such as moving house - well, almost. The process has been very stressful, so expect a long update when I next see you - and actually working now! I have a job and I’m so pleased with the fact that I have one. The actual job? Ugh, stress.
I work around lunch time, so I usually skip breakfast and lunch, then usually eat something at around 4pm. That’s if I haven’t already snacked on something. It’s mostly KFC, if I’m being honest. Since giving up McDonalds, I’ve found myself becoming addicted to KFC. For some dumb reason, I don’t think it’s that bad, but obviously that much fast food isn’t good for anybody. The bloody staff know me and know that I like having a Snack Box. How bad is that?!
I’m blabbering on. It’s 2.40am and I’m exhausted. I’ve come up to see my parents in London for a couple of days, as I feel like my housemates are being pricks towards me. I could have used a stronger word. It would have been appropriate to describe a certain person, however it wouldn’t have been appropriate for this blog/letter. Again, wait until my appointment, it’s going to be like an episode of Jeremy Kyle. Just don’t yell at me, please.
Another concern is that I have to change GP again. If you didn’t already figure this out, I’m very stubborn. I really don’t want to change my GP, because the one in Hampshire is bloody brilliant! It had such helpful staff, was near the town center/my house there and there were a few diabetic specialists. I also found my GP so easy to talk to, so easy in fact that I told him about this blog. I must remember to get a prescription before I change my address and, ultimately, register with a doctor in Surrey. On the plus side, I won’t run out of tablets because I’m hardly taking them. That’s a joke. I’m trying, I swear.
I can’t think of any more general concerns, so I’ll see you on the 20th. I’ll be sure to get a copy of my blood test results - I’ve taken two blood tests all by myself now, I’m a big girl! :) - and bring it with me. I’m also taking the day off of work, but all will be fine.
I’m going to be so embarrassed about this blog when I show it to you. Don’t judge me.
Dear Dr. Levy, I visited my GP today to renew my prescription, as I’m running low on medication. Luckily, I was able to pop in and get an appointment 40 minutes later. That’s my drugs sorted out then. While I was there, I had a little chit-chat with my GP, Dr. Sibtain (I think that’s his name), and I showed him this blog. Although it hasn’t been updated as much as I’d have liked it to be, it gave him a rough idea of how I was doing with my diabetes in general and my concerns too. It allowed an insight of what’s going on with my life, my (rather poor) diet and my mind.
Which brings me to my next point. Can I have a moment alone with my pancreas?
Dear Pancreas, I love you for not being a totally defunct organ. According to my GP, I seem to produce insulin. It’s just that my other organs don’t quite like you. Sorry. My medication is trying to sort that out, but let’s not rush things. Friendship takes time.
Anywho, I’ve got a repeat prescription and I’m going to have a blood test at 8.30am on Monday morning. I hope you get the results, somehow. My notes still aren’t on my new GP’s system. I’ll try and get the results on a bit of paper for you, just in case.
I feel like I’m more in control with my diabetes, in terms of medication and doctors anyway. My weight seems to be stuck at 83kg, though I now suspect that to be because of my medication and perhaps my uber-high HB1C. I could be wrong, after all, what do I know? Let’s just wait and see what my next blood test says.
I have a feeling that it’ll be bad. But what’s new?
Dear Dr. Levy, This is just a reminder for myself that I need to see my GP as soon as possible. I need some medication and I don’t think I’m quite on the system yet, which is annoying. I’m glad that my dad got me a good two month’s supply.
I must also book a blood test. My HB1C will be much better, I hope. I predict that it will be, because I’ve felt like I’ve been a good diabetic since my last test.
I know that it isn’t something to get excited over, but I’m just recovering from a hypo I had earlier. Today I ate some Lion Bites, a cereal bar and a couple of packets of crisps. I’ll admit that I haven’t eaten a proper meal today, so this is probably a key factor. I had a nap when I got in from work, as I was feeling dizzy, but I also took my tablets before going to sleep.
When I woke, I felt a familiar sensation, but one that I haven’t experienced in a while now. Was I right? I checked my blood sugars. 4.8. That’s low, right? It’s low for me, anyway. I’ve been around 8-10 (if that, if I’m being honest) but my diet has been rather shit (pardon my French) and I didn’t feel like I had proper control.
Excuse my stupidity, but perhaps this is an indicator that I am being quite the good girl with my tablets and eating regularly because the day I don’t, I have a hypo.
Dear Dr. Levy - Flashback to My PCOS Diagnosis - 2/11/11
Dear Dr. Levy, I want to flash back to when I was diagnosed with PCOS. Something that my mother has and something that is associated with type 2 diabetes. I was absolutely distraught about this diagnosis, because it seemed like all of a sudden, I was a type 2 diabetic. You had to tell me this and I remember crying in your office.
I remember the scan. I remember the nurse telling me that my ovaries seemed fine. I was pleased to hear this. Then a week later, I was sat in your office as you casually said that I was a type 2 diabetic with PCOS. You thought I knew, but I didn’t.
I think about the day that I’ll want children and I wonder if it’ll actually happen.
Dear Dr. Levy, I’ve been naughty today. I have a feeling that I’ll start my blogs off with that pretty much everyday, but I’ve been extra naughty. I blame a certain time for my naughtiness, simply because, to put it bluntly, I need chocolate.
It started off innocent, I swear. Well, innocent in my head. I went to town and I went to Iceland. I had planned to go to town and go back home, so I left my tablets at home. I bought a four pack of Wispas (They’d usually last me two days, don’t worry!) and then my friend texted me. It was her birthday a week ago and I haven’t seen her for a while, so I thought I’d treat her to a cheesecake (She loves cheesecake!) as a surprise.
When I met up with my friend, she loved the cheesecake. When we got to hers and split it, we decided to eat half of it each. Yes, a half cheesecake each. It was a raspberry swirl one and it was gorgeous. I also had a Wispa before I caught the train to see my friend.
So that’s a Wispa and half a cheesecake, so far. I also had another half of a Wispa later on that night and then we decided to go and get a pizza. I pretty much had a medium pepperoni paradise pizza to myself. I know, I know, disgusting.
I came home expecting my blood sugars to have skyrocketed, you know, to numbers that they used to be: 15’s and up? I checked them and my blood monitor said 7.9. That’s actually lower than it’s been on my more decent days.
This is the sort of thing that confuses me. I’m a total pig and yet my blood sugars are decent. We need to talk.
Dear Dr. Levy is my more personal blog, which I plan on being my diabetic diary. For now, I’d rather remain anonymous, but I will say that Dr. Levy is a real name. He’s my real diabetic doctor when I go to the hospital. He’s very easy to talk to and is rather open-minded and understanding about a rather stroppy teenager with diabetic issues. I felt as though naming my blog after him would help me be more open with my problems, questions and ponderings as a day-to-day diabetic. Obviously any real concerns are brought up with my GP, too, but this is more like a diary to highlight how I’m feeling at times.
I’m 18 and I’m a Type 2 diabetic. I was diagnosed with Type 1 at the age of 15 in February 2008. I started out in the pediatric department for everything to do with diabetes, be it the hospital ward I was in (absolutely horrible at night, thanks to crying babies) or the outpatients department during my regular hospital check-ups. I hated seeing my doctor, so when I was introduced to Dr. Levy, I was pleased to find out that not all doctors are depressive, or downright rude (my pediatric doctor had the audacity to comment on my weight, by stating: “clearly, there are issues with your weight.”) so when I went to university, I was stubborn enough to want to keep Dr. Levy as my doctor. I plan to keep it that way for as long as possible.
You’ll learn over time that I am stubborn. I hate being a diabetic (you know what? That was stupid to say, and rather selfish too. Sorry. Who actually enjoys being a diabetic?!) and I hate being prodded and experimented on. I will blog about my frustrations with the system and I’ll also bring back some memories from the past, especially if I think they’re key for other diabetic readers.
Although this is a private diary sort of thing, I don’t want to hide it from the world. I want to share my experiences with other diabetics and hopefully they won’t feel so alone. I also hope that I won’t feel so alone if any other diabetics stumble upon this blog. I feel like an alien around people whose pancreases like them and, to be honest, more alien around fellow diabetics who can keep their sugars under control while I’m more sugary than the witch’s house in Hansel & Gretal.
Dear Dr. Levy,
This marks a new era. A new era where I’m not alone. I don’t feel as scared as I used to anymore.