5 years! Wow! I know that compared to some that this is nothing. For me, a lot has happened in the last 5 year. I met my hubby, we got married almost 2 ½ years ago, I’ve been at my current job for 4 ½ years. I’ve stayed in the same house for almost 2 ½ years. (that’s kinda big because before that I moved 4 times in less than 2 years!) A lot has happened in 5 years. 5 years ago today I was diagnosed with Type 1. Since being diagnosed I’ve gone from 5 shots a day to now being on the pump. I’ve finally grown to appreciate my battery operated pancreas. It does the math for me on things that I just shouldn’t have to do in the first place. It has helped my BG levels be at a much happier place! I’ve switched docs, I’ve met an amazing CDE, tomorrow, which will be 5 years since going to the endo the first time, I will be going to a JDRF meeting for women with T1. Another BIG thing to mark this anniversary with I guess. There have been times that I wondered if it would have been easier had I been diagnosed as a little kid, then I wouldn’t have known the difference. But after reading stories among the DOC, the teen years and diabetes sound like complete and total hell. So that, I am thankful I did not have to go through. Plus, my family was poor, and I don’t know that I would have survived with T1 as a kid. I’m not even joking, we didn’t have health insurance most of the time growing up, and I don’t know how we would have gotten all the medical supplies or done doctor’s visits all the time. Being able to care for myself, and manage my own care and be responsible has been a blessing. Although being diagnosed felt like the end of my life at the time in some ways it was just the beginning. I’ve gotten healthier, at least my lifestyle anyway. I love veggies now, as before I hated them. Processed, boxed foods, we don’t eat so much of those. Sure getting as healthy as I am about eating now did not happen right off the bat. Aiming toward baby time has defiantly helped, but the diagnosis did as well. My endo at the time never hooked me up with a CDE or a dietitian. For about the first month all I ate was veggies and protein and felt like I was starving myself because I didn’t think I could have carbs. I learned carb counting from a friend of one of my mom’s friends who was a dietitian. She didn’t know a ton about “D”, but she knew enough and helped to guide me in the right direction to do my own research so I could figure out how to eat. Any time I tried to call my endo’s office and ask about what to eat or how to figure something out they said I just had to guess and I would learn that way. That’s a REALLY bad answer! (If you have a doc ever say something like that, it’s a sure sign you need to find a new one. Right away!) I should have looked for another doctor right away, but I only did so in the past 6 months of this year. You know the story if you have been following my blog. I don’t have any plans to commiserate with any kind of sweets tonight. I really have no plans other than vegging on the couch. I fought with my mother in-laws sewing machine and determined that it's definitely operator error the issues that I'm having. I thought that I would have more on my mind this year, but now that it’s the day, I really don’t. I told Brad this morning that today marks 5 years. He didn't know what to say. He said congratulations, you still have your teeth. What?! OK, he can get away with a comment like that. Anyone else would get a sucker punch in the face. Or at least in my head they would .
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
5 Year D-Anniversary
5 years! Wow! I know that compared to some that this is nothing. For me, a lot has happened in the last 5 year. I met my hubby, we got married almost 2 ½ years ago, I’ve been at my current job for 4 ½ years. I’ve stayed in the same house for almost 2 ½ years. (that’s kinda big because before that I moved 4 times in less than 2 years!) A lot has happened in 5 years. 5 years ago today I was diagnosed with Type 1. Since being diagnosed I’ve gone from 5 shots a day to now being on the pump. I’ve finally grown to appreciate my battery operated pancreas. It does the math for me on things that I just shouldn’t have to do in the first place. It has helped my BG levels be at a much happier place! I’ve switched docs, I’ve met an amazing CDE, tomorrow, which will be 5 years since going to the endo the first time, I will be going to a JDRF meeting for women with T1. Another BIG thing to mark this anniversary with I guess. There have been times that I wondered if it would have been easier had I been diagnosed as a little kid, then I wouldn’t have known the difference. But after reading stories among the DOC, the teen years and diabetes sound like complete and total hell. So that, I am thankful I did not have to go through. Plus, my family was poor, and I don’t know that I would have survived with T1 as a kid. I’m not even joking, we didn’t have health insurance most of the time growing up, and I don’t know how we would have gotten all the medical supplies or done doctor’s visits all the time. Being able to care for myself, and manage my own care and be responsible has been a blessing. Although being diagnosed felt like the end of my life at the time in some ways it was just the beginning. I’ve gotten healthier, at least my lifestyle anyway. I love veggies now, as before I hated them. Processed, boxed foods, we don’t eat so much of those. Sure getting as healthy as I am about eating now did not happen right off the bat. Aiming toward baby time has defiantly helped, but the diagnosis did as well. My endo at the time never hooked me up with a CDE or a dietitian. For about the first month all I ate was veggies and protein and felt like I was starving myself because I didn’t think I could have carbs. I learned carb counting from a friend of one of my mom’s friends who was a dietitian. She didn’t know a ton about “D”, but she knew enough and helped to guide me in the right direction to do my own research so I could figure out how to eat. Any time I tried to call my endo’s office and ask about what to eat or how to figure something out they said I just had to guess and I would learn that way. That’s a REALLY bad answer! (If you have a doc ever say something like that, it’s a sure sign you need to find a new one. Right away!) I should have looked for another doctor right away, but I only did so in the past 6 months of this year. You know the story if you have been following my blog. I don’t have any plans to commiserate with any kind of sweets tonight. I really have no plans other than vegging on the couch. I fought with my mother in-laws sewing machine and determined that it's definitely operator error the issues that I'm having. I thought that I would have more on my mind this year, but now that it’s the day, I really don’t. I told Brad this morning that today marks 5 years. He didn't know what to say. He said congratulations, you still have your teeth. What?! OK, he can get away with a comment like that. Anyone else would get a sucker punch in the face. Or at least in my head they would .
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Happy 5th diaversary! Despite the darn diabetes, it sounds like it's been a great five years! :)
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