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Complications? What complications – Gwyneth’s Story

20 Jun

About me

Ok, where did this all begin? It all started on 10 December 1975, a date etched in my memory, the date of my diagnosis of Type 1 diabetes. My mother took me to GP ( with a urine sample) cos I’d been drinking loads. GP didn’t believe her til they tested the sample! She was told to go home and pack me a bag then take me to the children’s ward of the local hospital. So there I was at 10 years old, 15 days before Christmas being admitted to hospital.

So began the education we all know so well from the early days, injection practice with empty syringes into an orange, learning what a hypo feels like. Thankfully I didn’t spend Christmas in hospital that year (that was to come much later) but of course eating habits changed.

Complications

Where do I start? Suppose I should really start with the first complication that occurred, retinopathy. This happened when I was pregnant, I was so anal about BG control that I had slight bleeds in both eyes and as a result laser treatment in both eyes, it was fun trying to get into the relevant position on the machine when you’re 8 months pregnant, not!

That was a minor hiccup, the major stuff (I suppose you could call them major) started happening in 2008. At my annual check in the November, the podiatrist noted I wasn’t picking up some of the pin point tests she was doing so I was referred to a vascular surgeon. April 2009 saw me have an angiogram in my right leg – result was that artery in my ankle was calcified and I was losing circulation. Ok, so now I had to really watch what I was doing. I lasted 5 months when an accident in work (a chair landing on one of my toes) sent me rushing back to hospital ( by this time I had the podiatrist on speed dial). I had to have the toe amputated that September and after a lengthy process of waiting for it to heal, eventually had to have right leg amputated below knee.

So far, so good but there I was thinking it’s happened to one ankle, I wonder how long I’ve got til the other goes. I returned to work in April 2010 and I was coping well, however things took a bit of a turn in August 2011. Nasty swollen, red foot. This resulted in me losing a toe on my left foot and this seemed to be healing well until December 2011 when a 2ndtoe turned black. The date? 19 December, guess who was in hospital that Christmas and New Year? This time having my left leg amputated below knee.

The latest complication happened in January this year (2018), I suffered a heart attack (not realising for a couple of hours that the chest pain wasn’t just indigestion). Rushed with blues and twos to local hospital, straight into the Cardiac Lab where they were successful in inserting 3 stents. Heart issue solved but kidneys threw a hissy fit about the highlighting dye they used in the procedure (kidneys had been working steadily at 30%). This caused admission to HDU, a central line going into neck & dialysis for 5 days.

Coping mechanisms

I’ll be honest sometimes it’s tough but it doesn’t stop me. I’m currently studying with Open University for  BSc (Hons) in Psychology, I’m half way through but I want to use my experiences to help others, whether it be amputees or diabetics. The story of course still isn’t finished, my kidneys currently working at about 19% and my wonderful daughter has volunteered to have tests done to see if she can be a living donor for a kidney. You could say I’m still a work in progress.

Gwyn

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Type one complications – Kath’s Story

7 Jun

So I’ve had to give myself a little push to write this…partly as I’ve moved on and partly because it still hurts just a bit…

A bit about me…type one Diabetic since being diagnosed aged 9, so approx 34 years. Admittedly throughout my teens and early 20’s I thought I didn’t have to test my blood sugar as i felt “fine” ….of course I didn’t…that daily tiredness and feeling sluggish I just accepted was how I was meant to feel…and that the unexpected hypos when I did something different was a circle of being low, over eating and then being high but not ever really testing to enable myself to treat the high and get on a level. I pretty much only tested if I didn’t feel “right”! Thankfully after diagnoses I have only had 2 admissions through being hypoglycaemic and have to date never experienced diabetic ketoacidosis.

Attending diabetic clinics at the Gp surgery was always a bit unfulfilling to say the least… “you need to get your blood sugar levels under control” was the 3 monthly advice with no real concerted effort to say how but starting with testing would have helped and that was down to me.

So fast forward a few years and various diabetic related complaints….numerous retinopathy eye operations and laser surgeries, almost losing a toe to an infected toenail removal and then the unthinkable happened…(Not a single offered consultant appointment I might add)

“I’m 38 and I’ve had a heart attack” … this was going to be the distorted mantra that was to plague my mind for the next 6 months. (And occasionally still) Round and round it went. I was sat in hospital for 5 days waiting for an angiogram to confirm the myocardial infarction, I had been working nights for the preceding two weeks as a mental health nurse on my own in an office experiencing what I told myself was a trapped nerve…id been to the Drs 3 times, had ECGS and was simply told I was too young to be having heart problems and that it was probably anxiety..…I turned down an ambulance when I had chest pain at an evening out and drove myself to the out of hours Gp…then a lovely old school Gp took some bloods and sent me up to the hospital for a chest xray, which of course came back negative. I didn’t have raised cholesterol or high blood pressure either. The consultant was about to send me home with a confirmed trapped nerve and some Diazepam when she said” oh but we will just wait for your bloods and then send you on your way”. She actually said on her return some 90 minutes later that “that’ll teach me”… “You’ve had a heart attack and I must admit you straight away”.

So angiogram aside (which is the oddest feeling in the world…being awake and feeling something moving up inside your arm and into your heart which isn’t necessarily where you think it is!, lying bare bummed on a cold metal table that I thought I was going to fall off and hearing lots of figures being bandied around and the surgeon asking for a 2×2 (whatever it was) and the assistant coming back and saying they didn’t have one! What?! but I need one!) Recovery from that is really quick and I finally went home the next day. Then the real recovery started…being good to myself, testing my blood sugars…for a few weeks I was really convinced that all I could eat was chicken salad for the rest of my life.. I attended cardiac rehab with all the other heart surgery patients of an average age of 70 plus! The stress wasn’t helping my blood sugars at all and I decided I had to join a gym! Plus I didn’t want to die and became a little obsessed that that was going to happen imminently….depression comes with any chronic disease and I was slipping down that slope.

4 and a half years later and having stuck with the gym and starting running, also having had an insulin pump for the last 2 years has all really helped! Ive had the best Hba1c ever (it still needs improving) and last year I ran my first ever half marathon albeit at a snails pace but I did it with 30 plus other type one ‘s and had no dramas! I attended the Animas sports weekend at Loughborough which was also really valuable. If I had my time again or could have spoken to my 13 year old self id definitely have had a word with myself sooner!! There really shouldn’t be anything a diabetic can’t do !! It just takes a whole lot more planning!

Be kind to yourself is my motto these days, I didn’t ask for this blooming disease (none of us did) but I have it and I can manage it with support. Technology is immensely helpful as is the online support! So ask for help before it gets too much!

Kath

Thanks to Grumps for getting the #talkaboutcomplications  started!

Let’s not talk about it – Rachel’s Story

4 Jun

So let’s go back to January when I did what I normally do on a Friday. I come home from work, do my housework and then meet a friend for a coffee and cake at hers which was a short drive away from my house.

Last thing I remember is 2pm as I’d treated my low and had sat down and eaten my lunch taking a bit less insulin as I was low. Normal procedure for me on a Friday as normally my blood sugars zoom up and I end up swearing as too high for cake.

Some 2 hours later my son found me at the other end of my house, collapsed, face down in sick. I was barely breathing and non-responsive. My jaw was seized shut and I was inhaling vomit. He put me in the recovery position first and rang 999. He had even said ‘Bye Mum@ as he thought there was no way I was coming round. He did manage to open my jaw which was apparently very hard and remove some of the vomit.

Next thing I heard was from a Dr saying ‘lay still, we are the paramedics you’ve had a nasty collapse but you are fine’

In my house were the air ambulance ground crew and they were looking to land a helicopter nearby as they were concerned as all my vital signs and signals were not looking good. I had an emergency response crew. These arrived within 5 mins carrying defibs not just 1 but 2! I then had an ambulance crew.

For over half an hour they put a line into my vein and pushed through 500mls of glucose. Finally I came up to 38mmls but dropped again to 4mmls. They asked me questions as to my name – I got that bit correct, the day – after thinking I achieved that one and then they asked for the year – this took a little bit longer, I mean it was January.

So once they had stabilised me, changed me, I walked feeling very sick to the ambulance and went off to the hospital.

However on the way to hospital my bloods started to drop again, by this point I was feeling so sick and shivering like mad as my body couldn’t warm up. The paramedic said I needed to eat 4 Jelly Babies, she counted them out as they had nothing to give me and told the driver if I couldn’t physically eat them then could we go sirens on full pelt to the hospital. To this day, it was the slowest eating of Jelly Babies and keeping them down she had probably ever witnessed, but I did it.

At hospital they gave me an injection to stop me from being physically sick and hooked me up to a saline drip. My bloods at this point were still not rising too well. I was popped into a cubicle and the lovely doctor had a super bedside manner and asked me what had been happening. Thankfully he realised I was human and was capable of talking. I had a chest x-ray as I’d inhaled vomit and after several hours as no beds were available and my family were around me I was allowed to go home. Once home and several hours later I went to bed with a cracking blood sugar of 38mmols feeling downright awful.

The following Monday I had a long chat with my DSN at 8.00am (thought I’d get in before they did and leave a message on the answer phone) but they were awaiting my call. As I had, had a seizure I could not drive. My hypo awareness was non-existent they listened, never blamed and reassured me that everything would be fine and I just needed time. They also said the length I have had diabetes can play a huge part in having no awareness and that it is nothing I have done.

3 months later my hypo awareness has started to come back albeit very strange, either get splitting headaches, tiredness or a cold right foot! The hospital cut my insulin back by over 20% and found out that I was in fact highly sensitive to insulin. This means if I exert myself in any way it can have profound effect on my blood sugars.

Hypos are now treated at 6 and they have said it’s ok to go over 14 after eating its very normal. But by listening and doing what they advise its working and I am hoping in the next 2 months to be able to drive again.

Lessons learnt – we see all this crap online about post prandial being not more than 7 after a meal and to maintain levels at 4-6 but for me this led me to no hypo awareness, as I was told at a psychologist app this isn’t even normal for a non-diabetic let alone a diabetic person so why do we feel we need to adhere to this as it just not normal.

Ask anyone if they have hypo awareness and I guarantee they will all say yes, but recently I have learnt that 1 in 4 don’t. If you don’t please speak to your team there is help out there and 9 times out of 10 it does come back.

Just don’t be scared of telling them, these are complications that can occur whether you’ve kept to the correct levels or not.

My advice go talk as I am extremely lucky to be here today talking about this.

Jason’s Story

15 Apr

Life is funny, one day your fitting into the smallest clothes you’ve ever been able to get into in your life and you look at yourself in the mirror and you think you look great, the next day your over 1,000km from home you’ve slept 12 hrs in five days and you just want your warm bed at home. Funny how things change so fast.

Infection is funny, you develop an infection your not quite sure of, being Gen Y you decide you don’t need a doctor you persevere and use doctor Google, he has all the answers, eventually after a period of unbearable pain you man up and go see the doctor, he gives you antibiotics and sends you on your way problem solved!!!

Wrong, it dissipates for a time and then comes back with a vengeance but you decide you don’t like doctors so your not going back, your young stupid and full of pride and ego.

But deep down something is amiss gradually over time you become more and more angry and snap at people at the drop of a hat, you start eating more and more and more drinking more and more water. People close to you suggest you might have diabetes, but you don’t want to hear it, afterall the mere thought of such a thing is scary, you saw what pig headedness did to your father with his complications from type 2 diabetes eight years previous.

Nope!!! Not me, finally after coming home from
Holidays and going another month of 0 energy and eating and drinking like a horse I finally get the courage to go and get myself looked at…. queue the microphone drop moment when the nurse sprints in, “you don’t have diabetes do you ??” Nope… “mm well now you do..” your blood sugar is supposed to be between 4-8 & yours is 26..

There’s that all consuming life Changing moment, when you realise that your life will never be the same again, you come home and start getting used to your new life and where it will take you.

But it’s not all bad, they don’t tell  you that yes in a years time you’ll get diagnosed with the beginnings of diabetic retinopathy even though your not supposed to have it for atleast five years. That originally way back when you first developed your infection you actually developed type 1.5 diabetes and that it got completely overlooked which explains the retinopathy. A year after the retinopathy you’ll also begin to develop cataracts because secretly you always wanted to be a horse…

But life works in mysterious ways… this life changing event will be the beginning of a whole new life for you. You’ll get introduced to the Australian online Diabetic community, all because you can’t work out what to eat a day after your diagnosis, you’ll come accross amazing blogs like Renza’s diabetogenic and you’ll make life long friends.

And soon before you know it you’ll meet the love of your life and your partner and type 2 diabetic Irina & you’ll both get a second chance at life and love and everything that’s good in the world and you wouldn’t change your diabetes diagnosis for anything because it’s changed and improved upon your life so much and you never want to go backwards.

Life is good, life is interesting, life is full of surprises some good and some bad, but at the end of the day we live each day the best we can and to the fullest

Jason Type 1 Diabetic Sydney Australia

Defining Complications

20 Mar

Oxford English Dictionary definitions:-

1) A circumstance that complicates something; a difficulty

2) An involved or confused condition or state

3) A secondary disease or condition aggravating an already existing one.

Synonyms:-

An issue, a complexity, intricacy or convolution.

Origin:-

From Latin “complicare” meaning to fold together.

When people speak of complications in the context of diabetes, there is an unspoken, implicit or inferred presumption that the phrase means only a narrow range of specific conditions ( e.g. Neuropathy, Retinopathy), and the the person with diabetes will have brought about these by their actions or inactions.

In my opinion, all of these presumptions are wrong, but not only that, they are very unhelpful.

Synonyms for presumption include:-

Presupposition, an automatic inference, prejudgment and PREJUDICE.

No wonder the conversations about complications in diabetes produce so much judgment and blame!

So, firstly, I would prefer to talk about the issues, complexities and intricacies of living with diabetes, not complications. And secondly, I want to emphasise that they are NEVER caused deliberately by the person living with the condition, but are simply responses to the combination of disease, genetics, physiology and circumstances that people with diabetes may (emphasise that MAY too) encounter during their life.

Having got all the ground rules established, I’ll now tell you what I think of as the intricacies of living with diabetes after having had the condition for 42 years.

The first thing I associate with having diabetes is always feeling a bit tired. It’s a sort of chronic fatigue, and I believe it’s borne of loss of sleep from nighttime hypos, variation in blood sugar levels that results in biochemistry mutating into a physiological effect, and the niggling nag at the back of your mind all the time that you’ve not done something you should have.

The impact of this amorphous haze of weariness that seems to be permanently present is unsurprisingly a degree of grumpiness. This in turn affects relationships, whether at home or work or with friends, who funnily enough get pretty fed up with your always seeming to be in a bad mood and short tempered. Even the most patient or knowledgable about diabetes make it clear at some point that it’s you, person with diabetes, that is in the wrong. It’s your fault.

First strike, as they say. First blame on you. You’ve failed. You must be doing something wrong otherwise why would you feel so tired all the time.

Wrong. You’re not doing anything wrong. You’re coping with a disease that is ever present, so in many ways you could argue they should see you as permanently “unwell” (although we all want to be as well as we can all the time, so I don’t like this way of thinking). The “grumpiness” is caused by the condition, not by you.

Nevertheless, unless you recognise this, it’s pretty easy to become dispirited, demoralized and think that all your efforts at managing your blood sugars are failing. So why bother.

Impact no 2 of tiredness – “burnout”. You give up trying.

Result? Worse blood sugars, you feel worse, you become even grumpier.

A vicious circle develops which becomes a vortex taking you down into depression.

Another “issue” that is not unknown with diabetes, but is also not recognised as a “complication”.

The feeling of being a burden on others can arise even if you’re lucky enough not to feel tired and grumpy, just from all the things you do simply by handling diabetes:-

You’ll be interested in the carb content of food you’re going to eat, and may have other die try requirements that can accompany having diabetes, like being gluten intolerant, you’ll need to do blood sugar tests that involve pricking your finger, you might need to inject insulin or dig a pump out to bolus. Most people will try hard to avoid having a hypo, and will try to look ahead to anticipate what might go wrong and lead to a situation where low sugar is likely. Sometimes this “anticipating” can lead to obsessive planning, which results in extra food being taken, sometimes considered unnecessary by others, or a reluctance to be spontaneous, so you’re thought of as a “drag”.

All of these actions can produce curiosity or frowns faces, but even if the people you’re with are used to you doing these, you’ll know they are aware and you’ll know you are different from them.

By being “apart” or not fitting in or not “belonging”, some people can feel isolated and develop negative self-esteem.

Then there’s the actual capability test – can you stand up to your peers’ scrutiny and do the sums to work out how much insulin you need, just like they can?

In this context, I was told recently that university researchers (at Glasgow I think) determined that on average a person with Type 1 Diabetes makes 100 extra decisions a day, compared to somebody without diabetes. And at a conference last week, it was stated that other research had found the maths ability of many diabetics is equivalent to that of an 11 year old. So, firstly, don’t feel bad – you have to think more that people who don’t have the condition, and secondly, don’t feel different if maths is a struggle – it seems it is for many of us. I shudder to think what the ability is in the population at large too!

In the UK we are exceptionally lucky to have the NHS which means we don’t pay for insulin and other consumables. I saw a photo today of a till receipt for $807 for 3 vials of

Humalog insulin from an American pharmacy (Walgreens, effectively the US version of Boots)! So we’re lucky and grateful.

However, there can be hidden financial costs even here, with food for low carb diets costing more, hypo treatments like dextrose tablets or lucozade, continuous glucose monitor sensors or flash sensors if you buy them, and the tech kit like smart phones or watches to get the benefit of the readings conveniently. I have developed some neuropathy in my feet, and now find it very hard to know whether a pair of shoes fits well. It therefore takes me a long time to be sure I’m getting a pair that will be comfy and won’t rub, and there’s always a risk I’ll buy a pair only to find after a week that they don’t fit and I need to spend the same again to get the next size up!

All this expenditure mounts up, with some things being prohibitively dear, but how many of them either are pretty much essential or make such a difference we would really miss them? We may not have to pay for medical supplies like insulin, but the burden of finding the money for all the other things that are not explicitly diabetes-related can be substantial, leading to worry, etc. etc.

If you haven’t slit your wrists yet, you’ll be relieved to know I think there’s a silver lining to all these negative aspects – effectively they antonyms to the words I prefer to “complication”.

Firstly, you’re managing the condition, you’re coping with it.

Synonyms for these words are “tackling”, “sorting out”, “contending with”, “facing up to”, “handling”.

These all have positive connotations in people’s minds, being good attributes, associated with traits like courage, determination, perseverance. Bear those in mind. You’ve got all of them.

Secondly, you make a lot of decisions every day. If you have Type 1 Diabetes the anecdote about the research is you make an AVERAGE of 100 extra decisions every day (so some days it might be an extra 150!) compared to other people who don’t have diabetes. (I’m afraid

I have no similar anecdote about research relating to Type 2 Diabetes, but it stands to reason, people with that condition will also be making more decisions than people without diabetes).

This decision making involves getting information, weighing up the options and judging which gives the best outcome. It’s not a knee-jerk choice. That “consideration” process is also considered to be a good attribute, so you’ve got that to accompany your ability to decide (another positive).

When you’ve made a decision, you then have to check to see whether your prediction about the outcome was right. This “monitoring” often involves recording stuff (blood sugar readings for example) over time, and analysing it for patterns.

Depending on what your checking finds, you might have to change what you’re doing in some way, adjusting a temporary basal rate for example.

And you have to do these things all the time, every day, in varying amounts depending on how many curve-balls diabetes throws at you that day. Often you’ll have very little time to make each of these considered choices too, so you have an inherent ability to handle pressure, whether you realise it or not.

Making one decision at a time with a break between each one is perhaps not as impressive as I’ve made it sound. However, from my experience, the decision making frequently has to take account of several factors at once. For example:-

I was intending going for a swim today. I usually do about 45 minutes to cover about 1 km in the pool doing front crawl. I had put in the temporary reduced basal rate for about 30 minutes, about an hour before I was planning to go, and I’d eaten 30 g of carbs. then I go to drive to the pool and the battery is flat.

So, I have to decide what to do to take account of the the temporary basal rate and the extra carbs, now I’m not swimming. Do I put in more insulin to correct, only that will take about an hour to start working by which time my sugar will be high, or do I do alternative exercise? If so, what and for how long?

I chose to go for a walk for about 40 minutes and bolus for the extra carb I had eaten.

Two and a half hours later, I’m now sitting at 4.6 mol/l and likely to need a bit more carb to ensure I don’t go lower before dinner. So, nearly, but not quite!

This is a relatively simple example, but it shows how many factors there are to take into account, and plan for, some before starting out when there’s plenty of time to consider, some requiring decisions on the hoof, and how it’s not always possible to get them all right.

I reckon having to make judgements taking into account multiple factors is more common in diabetes than most people think, so everybody with the condition will almost certainly have done this, probably without recognising it.

This waffle is written from the perspective of somebody with Type 1 diabetes, and I confess I know relatively little in comparison about Type 2. However, I am aware that its causes are complex and not particularly well understood yet.

I’d argue there is no benefit in shaming or blaming people with any type of diabetes as all it is likely to do is to reduce their self-esteem which as I’ve explained earlier is likely to be already under pressure from themselves.

So, I would suggest we focus on the achievements people with diabetes realise every day and please let’s not use the word “complications”!

There are so many issues and complexities folded together with a broken pancreas that to label only a small number of traits, (which are effectively identifiable physiologically), is a gross over-simplification.

Far better to encourage and value the positive attributes from coping with the condition, like the endurance, stamina, and strength of will required to get up each day and every day to deal with it. Any other approach in my opinion is prejudicial to helping the person with diabetes.

Brian’s Story

28 Feb

Let me introduce myself, I’m Brian Black I live in Arizona, United States. So my journey with my Type 1 Diabetes started real late in my life. So it all began about this time eight years ago. My health seemed to Plummet into this terrible abyss. My body began to ache, had no energy to make it through the day. Then one morning when I woke up my foot was swollen and when I step out of bed to walk, I felt something just burst and blood and fluid covered my left foot. I was scared for what had just occurred. So off to the Emergency Room I went. Upon arriving at the hospital. The Triage Nurse ask me why I was there. I showed her my foot. The first words out her mouth was I a Diabetic. My answer to her was no, that I had never been diagnosed. At that point everything seemed be happening very quick. I was taken to a bed and many blood draws began. I was put on a I.V. and Oxygen. Things seemed to getting worse. I started Vomiting fiercely. Then the E.R. Doctor arrived. He began to explain to me, my body was in DKA. My response what was that. So he explained and told I was very sick man with life threatening illness. So I was off to ICU to be monitored continuously throughout the night. The next morning I was moved to a regular room. They had stabilized from Blood Sugars and Oxygen Levels. So this when I meet this Female Doctor of Podiatry. She came to my room to examine my feet. As the examination continued, she began tell me that it wasn’t going to be a good outcome. That most likely I was going to loose several of my toes or even my whole left foot. So the first surgery would be later that day, to debrief the Infection in my foot. The outcome from this surgery was some what encouraging. That there would an Amputation of The Small Toe and the Removal of The Metatarus. I would spend the next 21 days in the Hospital going through two more surgery’s. And countless Blood Test to formulate a Antibiotic Cocktail to kill the Infection that was still causing me problems. So I went home with one less toe and a broken ego and Type One Diabetes’s It took over me several years to come terms and not to blame myself for the Complications that this Disease of Diabetes brings upon us. Everyday I work hard to take care of myself with my Diabetes. So I leave you with this No Blame and No Shame.

Type 2 – It’s Complicate Too

25 Feb
8.5 years. That’s how long I’ve had type 2 diabetes. I still remember the look of surprise and shock on my gynaecologist’s face, as he went through my blood test results, then:
‘Did we get you checked for BSL  at the start of your pregnancy?’
‘Yes, they were 4.9.’
‘Hmm, I’m afraid your levels are still as high as those after your Glucose Tolerance Test.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘It’s a carbohydrate intolerance and  formally a diabetes diagnosis. We’ll send you to see an endocrinologist.’
‘But how? Isn’t Gestational Diabetes supposed to be cleared, once the pregnancy is over? What is going on?’
‘In a very small number of women, it may stick by, never leaves.’

And there it was. The start of a journey that took me to so many highs and lows.

I was just discharged from a 3.5 week hospital stay, after dealing with pregnancy complications and a horrible loss. I wasn’t sure if my body could handle more blows.

I went home and had a good cry. It wasn’t fair. I was still young, sometimes slightly overweight but always active. Life had already thrown so many curveballs during that pregnancy. This was the last thing I needed.

As I slowly learned to cope, another challenge was waiting for me: the prying eyes, the food police, the never ending comments that left me feeling guilty and accused. Accused of what? Did I cause my diabetes? I was and still am trying my best and doing a good job to maintain the balance. I didn’t need that. It was already hard to keep a lid on my mental health issues, plus a host of other chronic diseases that have been tiring and draining me in their own right. Did I need or deserve these looks of disdain?

It is something when it comes from casual bystanders or ‘friends’. How about health care professionals who have barely met you, but as a type 2, you are instantly branded ‘non-compliant’, ‘closed- minded’ and ‘resistant to change’.

Over the years, my diabetes has changed. I had to see HCPs to seek advice. But that was it. I needed advice and guidance. I needed support and, may be, a pat on the back for a job well done. 8.5 years of diet and exercise controlled diabetes. Surely I deserved something positive. Alas, it wasn’t to be found in this Diabetes Educator’s office. Her claws were out to get me, to get every tiny effort I desperately made to make her see me, make her see my efforts, see my achievements and may be, if I was lucky, to congratulate me.

NOTHING!

Absolutely nothing!

I had just seen her treating her type1 patients with so much patience and tolerance. How can a change from type 1 to type 2 shift her behaviour and approach?

I was not impressed. I was hurt; deeply hurt and offended.

I left her office never to go back again.
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Irina, living with T2D, Sydney, Australia