Wednesday, 11 April 2012

First appointment with the endo

I was extremely nervous sitting in the waiting room at the endocrinologist's office.  I was with my wife who is fortunately extremely supportive.  The Dr. ran through my tests and basically told us that I had type 1 Diabetes and there were 3 ways I could react to it...

1.) Go numb.  Do nothing.  Suffer nasty diabetic complications...
2.) Let it take over my life, become a hermit and a slave to my diabetes.
3.) Take care of myself but still try to live as normal of a life as possible.  Continue to enjoy life to it's fullest.

Obviously #3 is the best option but it is not always that easy.  I think I experienced all 3 of these options in my first day of being diagnosed.  Possibly within the first hour. 

My wife and I went down to the hospital cafeteria and bought some sandwiches for lunch.  (Are sandwiches ok for type 1 diabetics?   Yes!!!  Bread?  No problem!!!). My head was still spinning from all of the info I had been given over the past two hours from the Dr., nurse and nutritionist.  I took out my glucose testing kit, set it up, pricked my finger and that was that.  Easy.

I sat there and took out my Humalog insulin pen, attached a needle to the end of it.  That is as far as I got.  It all sort of hit me at once, I will be doing this for every meal for the rest of my life.  I can't stand needles.  I know everyone says that but with me it is to an extreme.  (When I was in kindergarten we went to the hospital on a field trip.  The nurses gave a teddy bear a needle to show how harmless they were.  I promptly fainted.)   I sat there in the cafeteria at the hospital for about 10 minutes trying to get up the nerve to put this needle into my stomach so I could eat my sandwich.  I had a few tears, as a grown man, 30 years old this is not a regular occurrence at lunch.  Especially in a public place.  Especially when there are people around you who you know are way worse off.  So, I didn't take the needle and ate my sandwich and we quickly left.  I am happy to say that was the first and hopefully the last time I skip an injection.

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