I feel a strange sensation, the tip of the middle finger on my left hand feels numb and tingly. I must’ve slept awkwardly I thought shaking my hand out…Only it hasn’t gone, it’s still there…
At times, it feels like there’s an elastic band tied tightly around it. I hoped it would go, it hasn’t, it’s still there…
It’s there all the time…
I’m scared. Scared of what might be…
My mind won’t stop thinking about worst case scenarios, but that’s not going to help. Doing something about it is. And the sooner I act, the sooner I’ll know what I’m dealing with.
My guess is Diabetic Neuropathy. I’ve tried to resist the urge to look up symptoms on the internet. I’ve stopped using that finger for blood sugar testing, emailed my DSN for advice and booked an appointment at the GP.
Fingers crossed (no pun intended) it’s fixable.
Next week, marks 27years of Type 1 Diabetes for me! Wow! It’s flown by!
It feels like things have changed hugely over those years, especially in education, medicine/science and technology. From blood sugar meters, to insulin, pens, pumps and a whole lot more. Plus support.
When I was diagnosed, my hospital put me and my folks in touch with another family who had a girl, similar age with Type 1. That was the closest I got to engaging with someone else with diabetes. It was great and a huge help to me and my parents.
Years later, discovering the #doc on Twitter was amazing. Suddenly I wasn’t so alone. Having support and interaction from so many people who understand what it’s like, the hypos, the highs, the frustrations, the help and advice has been magic, I’ve learnt so much. And I can’t thank you all enough for keeping me going and making me smile lots xx
“Are you ok?” Asked the the guy I’d been photographing.
“Errrr yes, fine thank you” I said, hurriedly packing my camera gear away whilst feeling my temperature soar through the roof. I felt my forehead, it was dripping wet, I knew I was hypoing. I felt mortified as they asked me again if I was ok, I just said yes. I felt embarrassed, I just wanted to run out of there as quick as I could.
I’m not embarrassed about having diabetes, actually I’m very very open about it, I was just embarrassed at how that hypo made me look.
Lesson learnt that day, I shouldn’t have kept it to myself. I should’ve said I needed to sit for a minute and treat the hypo. I mean, what’s worse…treating a hypo or potentially passing out in front of people you don’t know! Not that I’ve ever passed out.
A slightly late contribution to the #dblog #iCan theme – which feels super appropriate for something I accomplished just last week.
I’m not a shift worker and don’t work nights, Apart from once every 5years…The prospect was exciting yet stressing me out slightly….
I had three election counts to photograph last Thursday. My two main worries were, how will I stay awake and work through the night? And…Will I be ok driving? in a tired bunny nodding off sense!
This time, armed with a/my pump, I knew my bg’s would be easier to keep in line. I had a couple of 10’s but I expected to with the adrenalin rush of the work.
But, I did it!