No, really, thank you so much for the comments and support everyone. It really means a lot to me to know that it’s not just me and “bonnie” against diabetes. Rock on OC, rock on...
When I was a kid I was so afraid to admit when I wasn’t 100% on the ball with my diabetes care. I used to hide my blood sugar results from anyone and everyone, because “I had it under control and it was my problem” luckily the thinking of the diabetes community, and my own self acceptance has let me share with other people and bring in the support I need.
I cleaned out a section of our bathroom last night and got an organizer for my pump stuff. It made changing it this morning just a little quicker and easier. (we still have boxes everywhere and locating the mimimed section of brown boxes was easier said than done. Although I did find a box of shoes that I was looking for!) I also got a little pill case and put my non-insulin drugs in my purse, that way if I forget to take them before I leave the house, I am not skipping them for the day. Hopefully that will get me back on track.
Taking them this morning I remembered the last time I was at my endo. I figured that at 30 years old, I had to own up to the fact that I just wasn’t taking them as often as I should. I always took my insulin, isn't that good enough? I knew the “oh s*it, I have an appointment next week” motivator and taking them for a few days before I go visit the vampires in the lab just doesn’t cut it. I talked to my doctor about missing my pills, and his response defines why I really enjoy going to see him.
He starts off each meeting with a “how have YOU been” we rarely dive right into diabetes management. We talk about my job or a recent trip or how his kids are doing in college. And then ease into the “details.”
Eventually I owned up.
“Well, you see, I have not been good at taking my little yellow pill and my little white pills everyday”
“Ok, well, can you think of ways we can help make that easier for you” replied my supportive and not overbearing yet motivating doctor.
We thought of a variety of things and discussed it before he brought my lab results up on the screen. We both looked at the numbers and I didn’t have to ask what they meant. They were up since I was not taking my wonder drugs.
He just smiled at me and said, “well, at least we know they work”
Somewhere is my blood stream swimming around today are those little wonder pills…. Work away little guys, work away.