I was diagnosed with sugar diabetes at the age of 16… not type 1 or type 2, but type 1.5. My pediatrician at the time invented type 1.5 on account of the fact that I was a juvenile with diabetes and he couldn’t cross the threshold in his brain to just call it what it was… I was an overweight child with an adult disease. He immediately put me on 2 different types of insulin and that was that… I was going to be a human pin cushion for the remainder of my life.
When I first learned I had diabetes, I was inconsolable. I still remember it vividly… it was a dreary, rainy afternoon. My mom and dad sat me down and told me the news and I immediately lost it. They tried to comfort me… tell me everything would be okay, but all I wanted to do was to be alone. I eventually found myself locked in the backseat of the family car screaming and punching at the seats. I would have to do insulin shots for the rest of my life and I would go blind and get my feet cut off and die of kidney disease at the age of 35… but I was most upset over the fact that sugar would now have to be limited/cut out. No more visions of sugar plums dancing through this ole head.
They admitted me to the hospital because my sugar was some gross number in the 600s (normal is between 80 and 120) and as soon as I was admitted to the hospital, the power went out and was out for most of the 2 days… just like any light in my soul. I was in the hospital, learning about my new disease, getting lessons on how to give myself my insulin shots, and dealing with my new menu of sugar-free. They do NOT make sugar-free Lucky Charms… I already done checked! Lindsay and her friend (what up, Amber) came to visit me in the hospital and immediately nicknamed me “Beety”… short for Diabetes because I guess I needed a laugh and my nickname of #&$&#tney was getting old (no, that is not a typo… that would be the 4-letter word that rhymes with Whit… courtesy of the madre when she went for the wooden spoon drawer!) 😛
As the years went by and I gained more and more weight (helped along by my new insulin regimen), I soon found myself on a mess of different insulins AND oral pills (8 different medications in all for one measley disease)… just to try to keep some control on my sugar levels. I was sort of failing in my quest to never eat sugar again… I ate it… probably more than I had before I was diagnosed. Another example of my stubborn ole horns shoving their way through the common sense bone. You tell me I can’t have it, I’ll show you I can! Then I had gastric bypass surgery and as I lost weight (certainly not from exercising common sense), I was able to eventually get off all of my diabetes medications and insulin. I was free!! Of course you should know what happened next… as I started gaining the weight back, the type 2 diabetes began rearing it’s ugly head and I soon found myself right back on 5 different oral pills…
Now that I’ve been losing weight the sensible way through calorizing and exercise, I’ve been able to drop all of my oral diabetes pills once again… this time for good. I went to the doctor on Tuesday to get my hemoglobin A1c checked for the first time on no medications (the number indicating the average blood sugar over a 3-month period of time) and the results came back at 5.5%. Normal range in a person without diabetes is between 4 and 5.9%. My range when I was first diagnosed was 11%… and during the years I was on 800 different diabetes medications, it ranged from between 7 and 11. They say you can’t “cure” diabetes, but I’ve never had a normal A1c level without medications, so by golly, I’m calling it a cure. No one has EVER told me I was normal… take that, family!
It’s too late for my kidneys as the years of unstable sugars gave me nephropathy, but I can at least stall that deteriorating process now that I’m on the right track. For all my friends with type 2 diabetes, there’s hope… you can throw out those pills and insulin syringes and glucose monitors… just takes a little hard work and persistence! I’m relinquishing my Beety nickname… y’all can take it back… guess it’s back to good ole #&$&#tney from here on out.
Question of the Day: Do you have a nickname?
Note: Just wanted to thank y’all for the comments and for participating in the mission… should totally be fun, right? RIGHT!? Have a great weekend, be safe, take care, and for heaven’s sake, send me the crimeny some sunshine over here! See you all Mondee!