I’m going to get off the politics this morning and talk a little about what it’s like living with Type II, Insulin Dependent Diabetes.
Since being diagnosed with Diabetes, I’ve done a lot of research on how I feel about the disease and, how I plan to live with it. I believe in knowing my enemy, to better deal with my feelings; to accept the fact that genetics is the primary reason I have the disease; I saw my father die at age 47 from it and my beloved Nana lose her legs in her failed battle. The list of people succumbing to Diabetes grows longer every year, many more are added because of lack of knowledge, lack of willpower and even lack of money to treat.
The ancient Chinese general Sun-Tzu wrote in “The Art of War”
“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.”
Although not completely analogous to living with Diabetes, for me it is akin to being in an arranged marriage to an extremely diabolical person whose ultimate goal is to make my life miserable until I’m dead. However, unlike a marriage between two people, one cannot get a divorce from Diabetes, you either learn to live with it, or you refuse to live.
I feel that the primary battle of every Diabetic is within the self. Denial is the first battle that must be won; to deny one has Diabetes equates to running through a pen filled with starving carnivores while carrying fifty pounds of raw meat.
Knowledge, knowledge of the self, the disease and more knowledge of the self. Sound redundant – yes? Good, it’s meant to be. To live, not just exist with Diabetes is to fight small skirmishes every day. When buying food processed foods, read the labels for sugar content; you will be surprised at how much sugar is in our foods.
I love potatoes and ketchup; I’d kill for a plate of old-fashioned French fries, not the potato sticks of McDonald’s. A plate of them with good rich ketchup is a treat for me, but it’s also carbs and sugars (potatoes and ketchup), sends my blood glucose * up. It takes a good 24 hours before it does that, so if I eat French fries with Ketchup today, Saturday, I won’t see much of a difference in my blood glucose test tomorrow morning, but Monday I will.
Did I mention Diabetes being diabolical? The lesson I learned, the hard way, of course, is that in my arrogance, I didn’t know that it takes over 24 hours for some sugars to register in blood glucose. Therefore, the meal I eat today may not affect my morning glucose test tomorrow which gives me a false sense of security in what I eat tomorrow. If I have more French fries tomorrow, Tuesday’s reading is going to be higher and I’ve just added 25 pounds of raw meat to my dash for life through the pen.
Knowledge, I can’t scream any louder! Knowledge of the disease, its management, and the self, are the primary keys to managing Diabetes.
If you are unwilling to work for yourself and those you love, then screw it. Go eat a dozen Hershey bars and drink a six pack of beer; just make sure your life insurance is paid up to date because your family will need the money to plant your ass.
I will have more on this subject next week.
- A blood glucose exam is done every morning to check the level of sugar in one’s system. I have to prick the end of a finger and place a drop of blood on a test strip. Will discuss that in detail in a later post.