14 years later – by Lucy Thomas
I’ve had the ‘joy’ of being a Type 1 Diabetic now for 14 and a half years. I don’t ‘suffer’ from it as some people might say. Urgh I hate that word, the only thing I suffer from is the occasional hangover.
Anyway over the past 14 years or so all that faff that comes with being a diabetic – prescriptions, hospital appointments, injections – have all been absorbed into my life quite successfully and I generally don’t spend that much time thinking or worrying about them. They just happen.
There is one thing though that consistently stays on my mind, causing mild levels of anxiety. Hypos. I HATE them. I hate how I spend all day trying to avoid them, and worrying that one may occur at a really awkward time. Work meetings without biscuits are the worst – do you want to be the over-dramatic colleague who announces at the beginning that ‘oh I may have to eat something half-way through this – I’m a diabetic don’t you know!’ or is it worse to be the mysteriously weird colleague who doesn’t say anything, just starts to munch on a nutri-grain bar halfway through a powerpoint presentation.
And I get them in my sleep! They’re the worst. Whatever I’m dreaming about, I’ll be having a hypo in the dream then all of a sudden I’m awake stumbling around my bedroom desperately trying to remember where on earth I put my lucozade tablets. The other night my slumber was interrupted by a hypo and I was on the side of my bed which was closest to the door (the portal to downstairs where the snacks live) however my low-sugar level addled brain thought it was best to sidle across the bed and and get out the other side. What followed was me walking round the bed in the dark, falling into it and ending up lying down right back where I started. Brilliant.
Obviously good sugar level control can help minimise hypos. But sometimes, like Kerry Katona’s fame, they happen for now reason whatsoever so all you can do is embrace it and take the highs with the lows. Quite literally.