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The iDiabetic: A Revolution in Making Life Difficult

Sometimes Diabetes isn’t that bad. I mean, it’s always there, but usually it just kinda flies under the radar without too much frustration.

But then there are times when it seems all-consuming, miserable, and unfair. Enter: this week.

Since I have a new endocrinologist now (because I moved across the country), he decided he wanted me to wear an iPRO for almost a week. This is a little device that is supposed to test your blood sugar every five minutes (although there is no way for you to see the numbers it is reading). As part of the iPRO exercise I was required to test my blood sugar at least 4 times a day (not a big deal), with a separate meter, write down all my carbohydrate intake, the associated insulin, exercise levels, any correction boluses and any extra comments (i.e. Sunday: Easter…an influx of a crapload [that’s a scientific term] of horribly delicious food). Here is a picture of this thing attached to me.

And, honestly, the worst part was the freaking tape they used to protect it…I have been having issues with reactions to adhesives with my pump sites and this was like adhesive overload. So now, after removing it, I have a huge red box on my side…thank you iPRO.

So, after getting the iPRO on and feeling super ugly and robotic I decided to self-inflict more pain by calling the FAA to inquire about my special issuance medical certification. Bad idea. Officially I am not “denied” yet, but they are requesting more information regarding my diabetes-related medical history. Ughhh….

I try my absolute hardest not to use my Diabetes as a crutch, but this deal with the FAA is pulling out every ounce of “positive-Diabetes-thinking” I have. In fact, I had a bit of a Diabetes break down last Friday and called my mom bawling my eyes out. I think I was hoping she could use some of her mom magic to just make the Diabetes disappear. I feel unnecessarily singled out …”diseased” ….unfit to complete ordinary everyday tasks, just because some organization says they need more information about my condition.

I have bruises and skin irritations from the adhesives all over my body, my fingers have lost their sense of feeling because of all the calluses and my self esteem is dwindling with each letter the FAA sends me.

Dear Diabetes,

You Suck.



Love, April

Comments

  1. Good grief! That's the amount of tape you need for that little thing?! No, thank you!

    I hear ya on the "diseased" thing, girly! For the first 3 years I had this "thing" I didn't tell anyone unless I absolutely had to. I was actually ashamed and it's not like it was my fault! I'm finally getting to the point that I want to make people aware of it and actually talk about it. Because it's such a huge part of my day, and hardly anyone around me knows it.

    Anywho, just wanted to let you know that one thing I have learned is that it's OK to be mad, sad, angry, whatever at diabetes. I think sometimes we're expected to hold our heads up high like diabetes martyrs or something. Hellllllllll, no! This disease freakin' sucks the big one! *whew* Now I'm gonna go test, with my middle finger. F-U, diabetes!!!

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  2. ok ok... put the razor down, step off the ledge, and untie the knot. I know diabetes can be rough, ok... I 'understand' diabetes can be rough, I guess I don't 'know'. But that's what your family, friends, and I are here for. You have a huge support net to catch you if you're ever afraid your going to fall. I know when I've been in a tough spot before you've been there for me. On multiple occasions, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. No matter what happens with this new d-bag doc, the FAA, or what ever we'll always be here for you. possibly with chocolate eggs and a starbucks white mocha.

    with love,
    >Chris

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  3. ok... so i just re-read that.. ignore the grammar and focus on the meaning please...

    >Chris

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