If I never hear the word "diabetes" again, it will be too soon

I am sick and tired about hearing about diabetes. Why then, some might ask, am I writing about this in a diabetes blog that is part of a whole right of diabetes blogs? Because it is not the OC that I am sick of. Strangly enough, the OC is one of my escapes.
I am sick of hearing about diabetes in my classes. Every single day diabetes comes up. Whether it be as an example of how to teach a client or risk factors for one condition or another- it comes up. I am sick of hearing about how people with diabetes have to drastically change their diet. How they must exercise daily to lower their blood sugar. How having diabetes puts them at risk for every fricking condition under the sun. How they all have bad feeling in their feet. How if they do not control their sugars by taking their pills, following their strict diet and exercising daily they might have to use insulin! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
If I'm lucky- the words "type two" come up, but rarely. I'm sick of fighting the battle. At first, it was funny. Me and a couple of friends kept a tally to see how many classes it DIDN"T come up in. I'm past the stage of it being funny. Now I'm sick of it. There ARE other chronic conditions out there that people have to adapt their lifestyle for. I do not have to follow a special diet. I have better feeling in my feet than my endocrinologist (according to him). I do not not have a I pump and test up to 10 times a day because I'm so out of control, I do it to be IN control!
I now understand WHY medical professionals have such a jaded view of living with type 1 diabetes. Because this stuff is ramed down their throats every. single. day. I might have a little more patience the next time I deal with an ignorant nurse- and throw in a little education.

Clinical

Today was one of those nightmarish days. I have clinical rotations at the hospitals on Mondays and Tuesdays. Today was my first day back after surgery. I was not on top of my game.
I do not usually tell the nurse I'm working with that I'm diabetic. It is generally unnecessary information, and a lot of people in the medical field have preconceived notions about diabetes that I just do not need to deal with. I generally manage my blood sugars pretty well during clincals, so it's not an issue.
Today, however, I did not manage well at all. I went from an astounding(not in a good way!) 426 to 59. Within 2 hours. Right around 3pm I started feeling thirsty, and since it had been a few hours since I had last checked, I thought, why not- my lunch bolus could be a little off. I washed my hands, pricked my finger and waited. And waited. And waited. As Cozmonitor users will know, the longer it takes to get a results, the higher it is. My anxiety level rose with each passing second. I almost gasped out loud when I saw the result. As soon as I saw it, I realized I had no backup supplies with me. It would be another 4 hours before I could get insulin if my site was bad. I took an astronomically large bolus and prayed for the best. 2 hours later, I was 59. I guess the site worked after all. I will be putting extra supplies in my bag, and hope that tomorrow is a better day.

time flies

I didn't mean to be gone this long, but I think very rarely do people plan their blogging absences. It started out with the craziness of finishing up a semester. It continued with the holiday busyness. Then it had been so long that I thought I'd just wait until I got back to school and high speed internet. Then came the appendicitis, the surgery, and the hospital stay. Finally, catching up with missed classes. All that brings me here, with my return to blogging. I am hopelessly behind on reading, and definitely on commenting. I opened my feeds of the blogs I read to find way over a hundred unread posts. I just deleted them all. There is no way I'd ever catch up. I hope to start posting more. I'm setting a goal for myself of once a week. I know that's not a lot, but that's the goal. There are so many things I want to tell you all about. My first alcoholic drink. My experience with surgery. My second experience with the Guardian. My second alcoholic drink. Hopefully, I'll post about those things with time.
I'm here to say I'm back. I hope to see you around to DOC.