It’s a fine balance, life, and getting it right….With or without Type 1 Diabetes

I may joke, a lot..and post silly photos, a lot…I enjoy sharing silly/funny moments. It’s good to smile, it’s good for the soul!

It might seem like I don’t take things very seriously, I do…(Sometimes!)…But sometimes you just need to shut the serious out with a little light heartedness, especially when you don’t feel great.

There are those sayings ‘anything for an easy life’ and ‘a little of what you fancy does you good’ ….sometimes they’re both right!

Joking aside….It’s a fine balance, life, and getting it right….With or without Type 1 Diabetes.

I’ve felt poorly for about a month, with a coldy/flu bug that just won’t shift, I exhausted myself working a bit too hard and not taking time off to rest. Though I am now resting under the watchful eye of nurse monkey & co! Ever thankful for small mercies, such as my bg’s being in single figures despite feeling rotten! That’s been a ray of sunshine keeping me going, ok maybe it’s the bg testing, bolus and TBR tweaks and a little chocolate that’s kept me going! It’s true though, you get out what you put in!

Out of the blue…

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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.

Tea, TBR and a poorly monkey

Work reached fever pitch last week, as did I….

I had multiple bookings everyday for more than a week. Which is excellent. Long days shooting and late nights editing are absolutely fine when well. I rest assured that I’ll have some time off after a busy stretch. That’s how it works being self employed.

Typically, on day 2 or 3 I went down with a cold/flu bug. You just can’t make up the timing of these things, of all the weeks! I dosed up with cold and flu relief ahead of a very busy day shooting video, followed by photographing a corporate AGM business meeting that evening, and then returning to the office that night to start editing and sending the video through. I was still working come 1am, but called it a day shortly after. I returned to my desk at 7.30am the following morning to squeeze every working minute out of another busy day that lay ahead.

Continually I kept a watchful eye on my blood sugars. It was surprising how good they were considering how rough I felt. I think all of the work, the running around and the mental tension was keeping a lid on them, along with insulin corrections, barely eating and drinking plenty of water.

Thursday came, I felt so rough. You know when everything hurts. It was an effort to get in the shower let alone to try and mask the poorly face I was wearing. Thank heavens for concealer!! Three more days work ahead was all I could think….I finished my jobs for the day, and popped into a shop for tissues on my way back to the car, when I suddenly felt really peculiar….hit by a sudden wave of nausea, head spinning and the feeling of my legs buckling beneath me, I felt like I was going to pass out 😦 I clung to a shelf as the feeling washed over me two or three times. Luckily I didn’t pass out, and I bought the tissues but the whole episode made my blood sugars plummet. I just wanted to be home in bed, but instead sat and waited in the car until I felt safe enough to drive. Friday and Saturday were similar, flagging, I finished my work and went straight to the office to edit. Sunday came, 6 hours of editing and sending work. And then…..hoorah I made it, I could rest!!!

I don’t know what this bug is, it’s not your average cold, there’s elements of flu about it, joints hurting, eyes that can’t bear the light and a banging headache all the time. I still don’t know how I managed the past week, but I did!

I hadn’t needed to increase my basal insulin until Sunday. Sunday and yesterday are the worst I’ve felt, so I got my pump guide out from hospital and read through the sick day rules to familiarise myself with what to do.

For the past day and a half I’ve needed a +40% TBR and today I’ve a +50% TBR on. It’s a bit of a learning curve, as its the first time I’ve used the positive temporary basal rates for sickness. Hopefully today, my second day of rest will turn the corner on the road of recovery. Plus I’m under the excellent care of Dr Monkey PHD toast, tissues and cold n flu relief administrator!! Hey Monkey are you making tea?….

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I Can and I Did!

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!

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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!

First Pumpversary!

This week, 22 April marked one year with my pump!!

With my trusty refuelling assistant Monkey!

With my trusty refuelling assistant Monkey!

I love it! I love it for transforming my life, for repairing my eyes, for making exercise possible without hypo’s, for making me feel free again.

XX

Ps: I’ve celebrated with a present to self, a new handbag!

Blood sugars, trying to control the numbers game…

It’s interesting how blood sugars can create such a mix of emotions, feelings and mood.image

Start on the right or wrong foot, and they really can shape a day…

My waking thought is, what are my blood sugars?….

When in range I bounce out of bed, when off target everything feels like a struggle, and my first thought is why? Is it my fault/did I do something to cause it? I beat myself up over it. But sometimes there aren’t any obvious reasons why, which can feel hugely infuriating.

It’s funny with Diabetes being about control and balance. It’s quite an art to balance, controlling blood sugars yet accepting not always having total control! *Said the control freak!*