Monthly Archives: May 2014

I’d rather be naked in public #dblogweek

So day three of diabetes blog week – and the topic is mental health. As a bloke I’d rather be naked in the pub on a busy Saturday night than consider my emotional well being , so this will be a tough one for me.

Do I suffer from depression? Probably. Sometimes. Anxiety – most definitely. Stress, on a daily basis. Do I talk about it – no. Never.

I understand mental health.

My partner has bipolar. I love him for it. It makes him him. I hate him for it. I hate the hurt and frustration it causes him. The fear, the unknown, the stigma. We love the highs. When he can conquer the world.

So why can’t I talk about my own mental health. Because I can’t.

How do you explain that your scared of what’s happening. That your loosing your memory. That your “tackle” has stopped working. I don’t.

I get out of bed and go downstairs. Have my 30 mins of me time. Then put the kettle on, put a smile on and go wake the household up. Dogs out, tea made, shower, work, come home, supper, shower, bed. Repeat.

My annual review never involves a conversation about my emotional well being.

They don’t ask and I don’t tell.


A little dittty #dblog

I wish I had a Pancreas

That worked like all the rest

No need for extra insulin

And endless daily tests

Counting carbs of what I eat

Really tests my old grey matter

But what you all may soon forget

It stops me getting fatter 🙂


Change the world (#dblogweek)

So the first post of my first dblogweek  – and such an emotive subject. So many things I would change about diabetes if I had the ability. So I’ve decided to focus on some of the misconceptions about diabetes I would LOVE to change.

  1. Diabetics lead an unhealthy life. How many times have I heard that. The belief that to much sugar led to my diabetes frustrates me. A buggered pancreas led to my diabetes, nothing else.  What worries me is sometimes I pick up on this with people that should know better. The locum GP, the HCA taking my blood, the Nurse on the hospital ward. They don’t see the changes I’ve made, that my partner has made. They don’t see the thought that goes into food choices. They don’t see the carb counting. So if you have made this assumption before , next time you feel the thought starting to generate, maybe think this instead. There’s somebody who is trying. Trying to balance their diet and lifestyle. Trying to overcome the frustration of not getting it right all the time. Someone who appreciates a treat every so often. Someone who appreciates they need to continue to try for the rest of thier life, and who sometimes, just sometimes wishes they didn’t need to try every day.
  2. Every bad mood equates to low blood sugars. Diabetics have feelings. The same feelings as everybody else. So why if I share my bad mood or frustration do I get the almost immediate response of “have you checked your blood”. No. Have you? Surprisingly, diabetics are allowed to loose thier temper, become frustrated, fed up, disappointed. That’s life sometimes. Occasionally friends, partners, colleagues, pets will incur our wrath. This, more often than not can be attributed to thier actions and not me having a hypo.
  3. We know best – no you don’t lol. I’m not usually one to bother with labels. However, on a recent stay in hospital a very pleasant young nurse was booking me in when the question of diabetes came up.  Having noted that I took insulin and metformin she announced, almost as though she was diagnosing the condition, that I was Type 2.  My reply to this was to point out that I was Type 1 – as confirmed by my consultant. But more importantly I believed that diabetes was diabetes irrelevant of type. Her response was that she should know as she had study for years at university. Mine was that I lived with it. Every day, 24 hours. That no amount of diet change would reverse my diabetes, and that I trusted my Consultant and DSN. When I went to the gym for the first time I was asked if I had a note from my GP giving the all clear for me to join. This was a revalation. People joining a gym need their GPs permission. Ahhh – people with diabetes that want to join YOUR gym need a letter from thier GP. Why?. I’m not contagious, I manage my condition well, I’m not a risk to anybody else. More importantly I don’t need any special treatment.  I’m the expert, I know how I feel.  Yes I want advice, yes I want your input. But please don’t tell me or speak to me as if I’m a child. Engage with me, involve me. Learn from me as I will do from you. Recognise that I have some expertise, that I have advise to share.

And there they are. My top 3 pet hates. I could go on about how I hate all of the testing etc but I don’t any more. It’s part of my life. And how do we change the above. We talk. We learn from each other and foster a synergy that will benefit all PWDs. We have a wealth of experience. We are our best advocates. So don’t tell me you know best, don’t roll your eyes when I ask questions. Don’t make assumptions about my life style. Talk to me, talk to us. Engage us in shaping our future. Together we can beat this.


Did we speak yesterday?

I’m sure we did. But I can’t remember. I don’t remember a lot of things now.  I remember lots of things from years ago. Just not what we said yesterday, or the day before.

It sort of worries me. But then it doesn’t.

It’s strange how accepting I can be if it is some form of neuropathy, but how scared I get when I wonder if it’s something else.

I’m not sure when I noticed it. I just know it’s there.

So if we spoke yesterday and I don’t remember ignore my puzzled look. Let’s take the opportunity to talk again today.

Seeking Approval

Great blog – can relate to so much

Two Steps From Hell

This is my long and winding road about trying for my first pump.
I had first thought about trying to get a NHS funded pump nearly 3 years ago. Back then I had not yet discovered the Diabetic Online Community (DOC), hell I didn’t even have a Facebook account let alone Twitter.
I was on my own, trying to find a guiding light. Google was my only friend, the INPUT website  looked like where I needed to go, I grabbed their  Step by Step Guide and decided to email for help.
Melissa was great, she advised almost straight away that I should  consider a change to a pump friendly clinic. But I didn’t know any better, my hospital was the best! So I kept the faith and stayed put.

INPUT’s advice for pump approval states:

• You adhere to multiple daily injections (MDI, 4 or more injections/day)
• You…

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A great night out followed by the consequences

Hello Bank holiday and long weekend. So after several weeks planning I had a great night out last night with the guys from work and my other half. This was notable for a couple of reasons. Great company – I’m fortunate to really enjoy the job I do and the people I work with. Great characters who always and to the entertainment of a good night. Great beers – I love traditional beer and found a couple of new ones last night, “Hair of the dog” being an aptly named favourite. However, along with the anticipated hangover this morning I also had the usual high bloods. No matter how careful I am when I’m out, testing my blood every 2 hours and then again before bed, I always wake up with high bloods and then have a day long battle to regain control.

It’s during this battle that I doubt my ability to manage my diabetes. I test, take a bolus and my bloods go up. Scratch my head, re- test. Re- bolus and they have dropped by 1 pr 2 mmol. Does beer have a magical quality that raises my blood sugar? Should beer become my regular hypo treatment – and if so can I have a prescription for some Murphy’s please lol.  But seriously where do I go so wrong. My normal daily BG average is around 5.6 mmol, but post night out my daily average for today has been around 14 mmol. I’ve finally managed to get it down to 6.4 mmol.

Would live to know how a night out affects you guys as well as any tips for avoiding post drink hypers lol.

A time for military planning

Holiday coming up in two weeks. Sunshine, good food, vino, good company – and a logistical nightmare.

To the uninitiated pumping on your holidays takes a lot of planning, checking and double checking. It begins with the inquisition by my GP’s receptionist about why I need 10 vials of insulin plus  some pre-filled cartridges for my back up pens.  Purchasing the Dextrose sweets, calculating how many infusion sets are needed, finding my spare BG meter, checking batteries, ordering extra test strips, collecting the back up pump, letter from GP to explain what medication I am carrying. And then checking it all again. And again.

The airport is surprisingly hassle free. Unlike my Doctor’s receptionist.

The there will be the annual first day hypos – don’t know why but that will be  the initial reaction to the heat.  This will be followed by the daily battle of the sun beds which is not restricted to diabetics lol

And during this build up I have my annual review and afew other blood tests due to short term memory issues.

Sometimes i wish I could have a few weeks holiday from the old diabetes.

Just Saying Hi

Just saying hi
So I’ve decided to blog. To blog about diabetes specifically, with a bit of randomness thrown in for good measure. When I say “decided too” I mean more “taken up the challenge” which was thrown down during a recent twitter chat hosted by Our Diabetes.
So who am I? Well – I’m Stuart – a 45 year old guy living in Sheffield with his partner of 15 years Robert, two Springer Spaniels, Jessica & Jerry and two cats – both of whom are called Cat lol. I’m a T1 diabetics of 7 years and have been pumping for the last 4 years using the Accucheck Spirit Combo.
I have a love hate relationship with Diabetes. I’m sure I’m the cause of much frustration with my care team. I swing from been the worlds best diabetic to the worst, I can test like a maniac or not bother. At the moment I am just regaining control having gone through another period of what I call “Diabetic Burnout”. For the uninitiated this is when I hit the brick wall and can’t contemplate another blood test, completing one more mathematical equation before a meal or the inane comments from the dark side (non-diabetics).
I’m an arm chair politico with opinions that will often be voiced on a vast range of subjects. I love debate – it is the heartbeat of any civilised Society. I hate ignorance. I never mean to offend but won’t always agree with you. This doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. Diversity of opinion is always healthy.
So having read this if you feel intrigued, bemused or apathetic, but have a feeling in your nether regions we may get along then please engage with the blog : -) answer the questions, offer advise, enjoy the humour, share an opinion,or two.
My commitment will be to update my blog at least once or twice a week. To share the trials and tribulations of a 21st Century, technophobic diabetic – who loves life and all it has to offer.

I'm in the hat.
I’m in the hat.