Monday, 26 October 2015

Poorly Start

Soooo, I've not had the best of starts to my 'new life' with a healthy body and totally super ripped, slash an averagely slim body. At the start of the week I came down with a fairly bad stomach thingy. As someone who's enthusiastic about pretty much all food and looks forward to every meal, even plain boring porridge in the mornings, I could tell something was up. I could tell, not only because I was profusely vomiting and diarrhearing all over the place but mainly because of the loss of my appetite. Like I say, I could be projectile vomiting constantly but as long as I'm still wanting to eat, I'd probably feel content projecting chicken or pizza across the room.

Me pondering life and why I'm sick

I must say that rather than vomiting and poor bowel movements being the current bane of my life, the lack of appetite is a hundred times worse. I miss wanting to eat, and I miss savouring everything from fruit to flapjacks and biscuits to broccoli. Buut, if loss of appetite is my illness then my moms cooking though is the cure, for sure. The smell and taste of my mothers amazing, admittedly fat filled, food has lit up the darkest regions of my stomach once again. Although I'm not fully fit (lets face it, that'll take a while :P), I'm hungry again, so I really don't care about much else.

On top of all the repetitive stuff diabetic people have to do everyday such as blood sugar testing, watching food consumption and insulin/medication administering, we have a different set of rules when we're sick. It's conveniently called, to many, sick day rules. The main rules include, testing more regularly and to keep taking your insulin. For many, insulin doses should generally increase by 1.5 times. The increase in insulin dose is to keep up with the release of sugar from tissues during illness which many would assume is utilised to fight the illness off.  However this poses risks and it can be easy to get wrong, either too much and having hypoglycaemias or more commonly not having enough and having hyperglycaemias.

During the week my illness didn't seem to waiver and so I trudged along to the doctors office. The rather annoying doctor, annoying because it seemed to me that she was googling my symptoms, didn't seem to care about my illness directly. After brushing past what must have seemed to my doctor as pathetic symptoms, she began grilling me about my sick day rules -
Doctor: Do you know your sick day rules?
Me: ah yeah sure.
Doctor: Really? So what should you do?
Me: Well I take 1.5 times normal insulin.
Doctor: Go on.
Me:Drink plenty of fluids.
Doctor: Yes and?
Me: Check blood sugars regularly.
Doctor: Ok that's fine.

Pheww... After sighing in relief from both of us that I knew my rules after 8 years of diabetes, she continued to worry about my blood sugars. In fact there is so much worry about sick days with diabetes that the doctor ordered in a nurse to take my blood sugar readings. Even though we had established I knew the flippin rules she obviously didn't believe me. After the nurse scurried in after mere seconds of an instant message and took my blood sugar readings, the doctor was confident with my ability to maintain my sugar levels. I was immensely glad because the amount of fuss gathered from ketone readings or abnormally high blood sugar levels would seriously frustrate and annoy me. However I'm pretty sympathetic and understanding about their point of view, particularly since the presence of ketones and high sugars might have ended with me in the hospital. With me being closely monitored and taking another relative serious toll on the national health service (I should mention that I have been admitted to hospital on occasion with ketoacidosis).

Basically I'm sick so I haven't been eating super healthy, just eating anything that'll stay down and my blood sugars haven't been great because of the illness. To summarise its a pretty 'poorly start' to my healthy life. Poorly life.... Right??

Annnnywayy
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