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I Am a Diabetic On An Insulin Pump

When I was little I had four injections a day. I did them myself once I started school. When I was 13 I had my first insulin pump. It gives me tiny bits of insulin every three minutes. And when I eat I test my blood glucose and tell my pump how many grams of carb and it calculates a dose of insulin and blu tooth’s the pump to give it. I just changed the line that goes from the pump to my body and the cannula which goes into my body.

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Mamapolo2016 · F

I have had - and lost - loved ones to diabetes. I actually took Metformin for about two years - and I am NOT saying this is possible for everyone - I radically changed my diet and started exercising more seriously...and my A1C has been between 4-5 for ten years now.

My late husband was diabetic even though he was lean and active - another of Agent Orange’s gifts - and what you describe sounds so much better.

I think part of diabetes’ stress is - yeah, it was okay four hours ago, but how is it NOW.

Your post made me happy. Life hands you lemons? Get an insulin pump!

Hopefully soon - a cure.

🤗🤗

MerchYMynydd · 22-25, F

It was lovely to hear from you but sad to hear about your husband. And diabetes stress is real. Our bodies aren’t designed to control our blood glucose every minute of every day!
Between 4 and 5 is something I wish for! But I train every day. And this is the odd thing. Sometimes training sends my blood glucose right down and sometimes it goes up. @Mamapolo2016

Mamapolo2016 · F

It’s all very mysterious, diabetes.

By the way - it wasn’t diabetes that took my husband - it was cancer.
He was the most disciplined person I ever knew - opposites attract!@MerchYMynydd

MerchYMynydd · 22-25, F

I’m sorry that made me laugh in a reverent sort of way. It says who you are! @Mamapolo2016

Mamapolo2016 · F

You don’t have to be reverent - Tim was disciplined, but he was an irreverent cuss.

At his funeral, two young soldiers were sent for the flag-folding ceremony. Only they couldn’t do it. One short, but older, the other very tall but still sporting peach fuzz on his chin. With great solemnity it took them three tries - marching forward and folding, head shake from the older - marching backward and starting over. It was mesmerizing.

Afterward my daughter, Tim’s stepdaughter, who loved him very much, said, “I expected Tim to sit up in the casket and growl, “Give me the f’ing flag. I’ll fold it!”@MerchYMynydd

MerchYMynydd · 22-25, F

It’s so lovely. Thank you for sharing. @Mamapolo2016