all these diabetes

What’s really funny is that it seems that the same people screaming that “humans are naturally herbivores!!” are the same ones screaming “dogs are actually omnivores!!”

That’s not how evolution works, you ass backward baboons.

Dogs have only been “dogs” for the past couple thousand years. Domestication of them is actually quite recent relative to geological history. Up until a few thousand years ago, dogs were still wolves. They are still pretty much very genetically identical to wolves in the same way humans are very close to chimpanzees.

It takes MILLIONS of years for a species to convert diets like that. Dogs didn’t instantly become “omnivores” the second they were domesticated. It took a our primate ancestors millions of years to adapt to omnivory before becoming hominids. This stuff does not happen overnight.

Dogs are descendent from the wolves who were able to survive off the food scraps the humans left behind, even the plant matter. Surviving is NOT thriving. They got minimal nutrition in order to stave off starvation. It’s not meant for long term diets. They lived longer than the wolves who could not get nutrients from the scraps and had more puppies, which led to more dogs being able to handle plant matter scraps. They didn’t suddenly become omnivores and started thriving off plant matter.

Modern dogs are OPPORTUNISTIC CARNIVORES. They are meat eaters who can eat plant matter and get SOME nutrition from it. It is a survival tactic. NOT a dietary need.

Dogs are not true omnivores. Dogs will “survive” on vegan diets but will NOT THRIVE. Anemia, pancreatic issues, digestive issues, severe peridontal disease from all that starch, and diabetes is what a “vegan” dog can expect.

looks like this is small enough for tumblr to accept without me having to post to youtube first yay!!!!!!!

anyway. here is my final project for web animation! which btw is not a Real Animation Class in my opinion… our assignment was to make a title sequence, about a minute long, for whatever show or movie we wanted!

so naturally I chose ninjago and decided on s3 because it’s my favorite season in terms of aesthetics

anyway I illustrated. literally everything here. from scratch. aaaaand also animated it bc lol that was the assignment and the point of the class and the font I used is called Trench. enjoy! I put way too much time into this and almost pulled an all-nighter to finish it lol

I lost my health insurance. I don’t know why, but I got the letter today in the mail stating it was because I got insurance from another company. Which is a lie, I did not. If I did, I wouldn’t have been using that shitty insurance, to begin with. I can’t get ANY of my medications now, and I just got them into paying more into my insulin so I would have to pay so much. I can’t believe this. I’m almost out of insulin now and I can’t afford insurance right now.  

I don’t want to do any more donations, but I don’t want to die. My family won’t help me. I don’t know what to do. My insulin is 409$ at the pharmacy now since the insurance people aren’t paying for it. I’m going to check around town tomorrow, maybe call my doctor again, and see if I can’t get a cheaper alternative. I might go to Walmart and get their insulin, but it’s just…shit. Honestly shit. But if it results to that, so be it.

If you can donate, please, please help me, but don’t donate a lot if you don’t have it. If you can’t donate, reblog. That’s all I ask. My paypal is

Dear All Diabetics:

I feel like this isnt talked about at all really, so im just gonna say it-

Im here for the diabetics who are not so “diabadass.” The ones who

•ask family members or friends to do their injections/sites etc for them because they cant find the courage to do it themselves

•hesitate before inserting needles into their body

•are afraid of needles or blood yet must face it multiple times a day

•get anxiety over their sugars not being “normal” or “good enough”

•get anxiety over visiting their endo

•feel as if theyre a “bad diabetic”

•feel like theyre different from or dont fit in with other people around them because of their disease

•dont like talking about diabetes

•feel like they can’t complain about their disease because someone will say the infamous “at least its not cancer etc! !1!1!!!” line

•are sick of society not understanding diabetes and constantly being compared to someone’s grandparent, a pet, or something like a cupcake (etc)

(Feel free to add to this if you’d like)

All of these things are OK. You are never alone in your fight, and just because you have diabetes, diabetes does n o t have you. You are more than your illness, and even if you are afraid sometimes, you can and will win this fight. No matter what, remember, YOU ARE A DIABADASS ♡

******P.S. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS BEING A “BAD DIABETIC” !!!! yes diabetes IS bad, but you are most definitely not bad because of it!!!!! Dont let anyone tell you otherwise. (Please message me if you need to talk, i will 1000% understand what youre going through my friend!)

anonymous asked:

Minhyun, Sewoon, Seonho and Seongwoo's reaction when you jokingly told them that you didn't vote for them?

- when you told him that you didn’t vote for him he’ll firstly blink at you before breaking out into that knowing smile
- “it’s okay i’ll still love you even though you didn’t vote for me”
- “… i’M sERIOUS”
- “haha yes yes”
- “…you’re not taking me seriously at all are you?”
- he’ll be all dat sweetness and diabetes “haha not really” coz he be smiling throughout this whole talk and moving his head from side to side
- he trusts you too much from deep down tbh
- “…alright hyunnie, i actually voted for you” you confessed while sighing
- he would be laughing by now “i knew from the start- but hey! it’s cute to see you try so hard to convince me otherwise”

Originally posted by nu-blessed

- “are you seriously joking with me?” he would raise an eyebrow (sexaaaay)
- “i’m being serious here!!” you would be sweating profusely at this point while adverting your line of sight and maybe whistling for extra ‘convincing’ effects
- sewoon actually saw you voting just this morning for him
- he would be really amazed by how cute you are
- would be so happy to the point he’s shy of himself 
- “ok love… whatever you say”

Originally posted by ong-seungwoo

- will stop eating for a second
- “so… who did you vote for instead?” eyes would be big and shiny and full of curiosity and innocence
- you didn’t know whether to continue your joke or not 
- “oh uhm… your cube bro you know” reads the smudged writing on your palm “… lai queen lin”
- he would smile knowingly and send you hearts “thanks for voting for me my precious”

Originally posted by lai-guanlin

- “it’s ok i was gonna break up with you anyway” he would jokingly say
- for a moment you’ll be hella offended like “ok i might’ve voted for you but i’m taking my votes back for kING DanIEL!!”
- he’ll be all like “you’re leaving me for my other partner???? ok i’m more offended than i was supposed to be now”
- the two of you would potentially bicker over daniel to prove who loves him better
- 2 hours later…
- ong: “i’m kinda tired of arguing… can you comeback and be my girl again?”
- you: “…were you serious about breaking up with me?”
- ong: “…oh so we didn’t break up”
- you: /facepalm.

Originally posted by coolpotatouniverse

- would be taken aback at first like… ‘what?’
- quietly settles down for a few moments like excuse me i need some time for me and my thoughts
- when he does finally speak it’ll be something dumb like “ok i won’t vote for you too”
- doesn’t really recognise the potential of it being fake
- you be like ??? “but i’m not in a survival show???” 
- he’ll be like… “….oh”
- later on he’ll be kinda curious like “so did you vote for me?”

Originally posted by swoojin

/encourages comments, commentary tags, reblogs w comments. c:
*extra park woojin because he’s my bae

Faith's totally accurate summary of the Ninjago Movie characters so far

-Ready to FIGHT!
- Actual embodiment of teen angst.
-”I hate my dad. nO DAD LOOK AT ME!!”
-Abandonment issues that would make a shoujo anime character blush
-Constantly on the verge of crying
-Needs a hug
-And a nice warm blanket with some soup and a movie

-Still channeling his inner anime protagonist.
-Looks at everyone to see if he should be ready.
-Turn that frown upside down.
-Treats his mecha like a Michael Bay Transformer
-Just stands there awkwardly looking around but plays it cool

-Is ready to FIGHT version 2.0
-Will comfort you if you need it
-An actual angel
-But can also totally kick your ass.
-I think her vehicle is like a spider??? Like one of those water spiders, whatever they’re called.

-2 kool for u man
-Do you own a proper shirt???
-Or scissors?
-Will probably drop the bass at some point
-Silent Anime Protagonist
-Edgy leans up against a motorcycle
-Has that one Decepticon from the beginning of Transformer Revenge of the fallen???
-Is really good at video games apparently???
-Is probably a huge fucking nerd.

-Is just happy to be here.
-Has an iPod on his gi???
-Soulless eyes
-Might eat your soul who knows
-What is his vehicle it’s like a mobile triangle.

-Awkward nerd who is doing his best
-Must be protected at all costs
-Will give you diabetes because of how sweet he is.
-An actual bird

i come back to the places we found us 

ao3 link

five weddings aaron and robert attend over the course of one summer.

or, how aaron and robert figured out what exactly their perfect wedding would look like.

for @inloveamateursatbest, who asked for a wedding au sequel! 

rosie and david

Robert couldn’t help but admire the suit Aaron was wearing, a new, deep blue coloured suit Robert had dragged him to buy a week previously when they both realised Robert had been invited to four weddings that summer (all with a plus one) and Aaron didn’t own a suit other than the grubby black number he liked to jokingly refer to as his funeral suit.

They’d somehow made it over a year together, that first date the night of Chrissie’s wedding (it had been a date, no matter how much Aaron tried to argue otherwise) had turned to ten, and by March they’d been head over heels in love, unstoppably, madly, deeply in love, and ever since then, well -

well, it hadn’t been perfect. Nothing in life ever was, really, but Robert got to come home to Aaron every night now, and had been able to for the past eight months they’d been living together, and that’s all he could want.

“You look good,” Robert commented, brushing an invisible speck of dust from Aaron’s suit jacket. He was wearing one of the neat grey suits Rosie and her future husband had picked out for their oversized bridal party, having been roped in to being a part of it all.

He’d nearly refused to go when Rosie had sent him one of the cheesy invitations she’d sent all her bridesmaids, filled with flowers and promises of champagne and spa breaks, but Robert loved Rosie, and he couldn’t say no.

(and if he’d enjoyed the spa weekend he’d ended up on with the bridesmaids more than the girls actually had, well, no one had to know, did they?)

“So do you,” Aaron admitted, looking at Robert intently. He’d grown his hair out more recently, the dark curls more obvious and pronounced now, somehow making him look older, more distinguished. “Funny to see ya on the bridesmaids side, though.”

Robert laughed. They’d just finished up the pictures, and for the most part he’d blended in with the groomsmen, but Rosie had insisted on a proper picture with all the bridesmaids, Robert standing out like a sore thumb in the midst of the peach coloured dresses.

“I think peach is my colour, actually.” Robert said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Aaron’s lips. Even now, over a year on from that first night they’d spent together, kissing Aaron sent a thrill through his entire body.

He’d never felt like this before, however cheesy it was to admit. Not with Katie, or Chrissie, or Connor - the way Aaron made him feel, it was like nothing else he’d ever known, experienced in his life.

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One thing I’ve wanted since I was diagnosed was a diabetic pen pal. Someone I could talk to about diabetes who understands what I’m going through and become genuine friends with. 

I’ve never really had any diabetic friends in my life. Sure there’s been a few I’ve met through school, work, and sports, but we were always more of acquaintances than friends. And I’m the only type one diabetic in my family 

Anyone else ever feel the same way?

Diabetic! Lance bc why not
  • He was diagnosed @ age 9
    • His huge family helped support him
    • Lots of people to nag him to check his sugar all the time
    • Always someone there to take care of him if he was sick
    • Only one in his fam to have diabetes
  • When he was diagnosed he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to be a pilot anymore
  • Has a CGM ((with a blue sensor))
  • Pump??? ((idk if tslim, animas, or Medtronic)) or pens???
  • Makes good jokes about diabetes all the time
    • Will actively fight anyone who makes ignorant diabetes jokes
    • Likes to make people uncomfortable when they make jokes or misinforms or anything
    • “Im so alpha my beta cells stopped working”
  • looks up to shiro bc if he can be a badass fighter and pilot with his robo arm then damnit lance can be badass with a robo pancreas
  • SUPER STRESSED when he was launched into space
    • But I mean who wouldn’t be???
    • theres no insulin in space bro
    • and of course the //one time// he didn’t bring his meter he gets launched into fucking space
    • someone help this poor lost boy
    • his pump was probs running low on insulin too
  • he slowly started being high all the time bc he was trying to save his insulin in his pump for as long as he could
    • I totally didn’t do this when I went to the beach 3 years ago and forgot my insulin for 3 days and need to change my pump what
    • This got bad around the time sendak attacked the castle the first time
  • Lance was real high and had ketones and going into dka during the party
    • The reason he was feelin extra shitty and left early
    • When sendak attacked he couldn’t focus or shoot straight bc his sugars were all fucky
    • Adrenaline makes you high
    • Exercise w/ high blood sugar is a Bad Thing
  • When he went into the healing pods after getting hit it helps lower his sugars
    • Puts him back into honeymoon phase
    • He isn’t chronically high anymore
  • Pidge and hunk were the only ones who knew he was diabetic before the attack
  • He tells the rest of the team after he got out and realized how bad he got
  • Pidge hunk and coran work on making some new alien insulin type thing to help
  • During the mind meldy thing hes pretty low and the rest of the team can feel how he feels
    • Everyone super shocked at how he feels
    • “wait that’s how you feel?? Like all the time???” “well not all the time,,, only when im low??” “lance you say ur low like half the time”
    • hes also is hypoglycemic unaware sometimes so he didn’t even know he was low until keith pointed it out in the simulation
  • pidge and hunk hook up his pump and cgm to his lion
  • Blue can tell when hes high/low
    • Forces lance to take a break and correct when his sugars all wonky
  • When shiro found out for the first week or so he took up Dad Mode and was on his case nagging about if hes okay during training
    • Lowkey lance loves it bc it reminds him of his family at home being overly naggy
    • He comes in and checks his sugars in the middle of the night bc he cant sleep anyway and knew he was having a rough day sugar wise
  • Keith likes to watch him check his sugar and change his pump
    • Hes super lowkey about it tho and thinks hes being subtle
    • Like he’ll sit across the table and pretend to be playing with his knife or something else but is like watching out of the corner of his eye
    • Lance totally knows hes watching tho
    • At first he thinks its bc hes like weirded out by it since hes used to people from classes being weirded out when he checked
    • Eventually lance just shouts “Can I help you?????” at keith when hes changing his pump and is kinda annoyed
    • Keith just asks if he can help him bc hes actually really interested in it like the nerd he is
  • Everyone starts making good hearted good natured diabetes jokes
    • But lance is still the king of ‘em
    • And diabetic pickup lines
    • “her are you my needles bc ur super fine”
To all the diabetic people

I’ve seen a lot of negative or frustrated posts from t1d lately. How about a happy one for a change?

You ate something realllllly tasty today? That’s beautiful!

You had a good number? Congratulations!

You had a bad number today? It will go down, I promise.

Your friends want to go out with you? Do it.

You exercised, but ate two big cupcakes the next day? It’s okay!

You feel like you cannot handle your illness today? You will be more motivated tomorrow!

You feel lonely? Go to the park and enjoy the weather.

You feel like you are exercising too little? Just turn your favourite music on and dance everything out!

Your a1c was good? That’s great, keep going!

Your a1c was bad? That happens to all of us all the time, it’s normal.

You’ve been in bed all day? Hell yeah, that was cozy.

You changed your site without any problems? Wohoo!

Please don’t let your illness define who you are or what your life will look like. We are all so much more than just this illness! Everyone of you is a beautiful and strong person! Please be happy, I love you all <3

anonymous asked:

I have PCOS but I can't get a doctor to take me seriously. My last doctor asked me to lose 5lbs before coming back, and that was just with a case of strep throat. Anyone I talk to just says eat less and stop eating sugar, even though I don't eat sugar? I'm at my wits end here.

(After writing a long post about PCOS, I realized that maybe you just wanted to commiserate about doctors who are too blinded by their fat phobia and sexism to take any of your health complaints seriously. Yes, that sucks!! But I’ll leave this long post here anyway in case it helps others).

The medical community has been frustratingly slow to direct resources towards research concerning PCOS, despite the fact that is affects about 1 in 10 people with ovaries/uteri, most of whom are fat. 

My understanding is that PCOS is a complex syndrome characterized by a wide range of symptoms related to a so-called “excess” of androgen hormones, like testosterone. People with ovaries/uteri who have this condition have higher levels of androgen hormones than is typically observed among such individuals. As a result, such folks often carry fat around their stomach and torso, they may have darker facial, arm, and body hair, and they often experience menstrual irregularities and infertility. I read an article this week suggesting that about 75% of people who experience infertility due to the absence of ovulation have PCOS. Many people with PCOS also experience insulin resistance and are more likely than average to develop Type 2 diabetes.

All of this is to say that PCOS is complex, mutifaceted, and affects some of the most core aspects of how a person experiences their body and perhaps also affects how they related to and experience their gender. Given this, it just seems so ridiculous to shout “weight loss!!” as a reflex when people with PCOS seek medical care. 

As usual, there is no evidence that weight loss will improve the symptoms you experience as a result of your PCOS. In fact, people with PCOS typically have an even more difficult time than most losing weight because insulin resistance is a hallmark of the condition. Yet, as you have experienced, weight loss is often prescribed as a treatment. This is the unfortunate result of living at the intersection of fat phobia and sexism.

You may have more luck getting help from the medical community if you focus on treating the specific symptoms that are causing you distress. There are treatments for menstrual pain and insulin resistance that do not depend on a PCOS diagnosis. There are also online support groups that may help you learn more about your body and become a stronger self-advocate in medical settings.

Check out my “PCOS” tag for more information. 

Thank you, Frederick

It’s World Diabetes Day, the anniversary of Frederick Banting’s birth. Banting discovered insulin, and without his discovery, I’d have died at the age of twelve. In the wake of the election my diabetes and chronic illness advocacy has been neglected to the point where I am only addressing Diabetes Day now, at ten at night. A weird part of me – the part that has normalized an existence wherein I am always one tiny miscalculation, one computer error, one missed test, or forgotten alarm clock setting away from death – has felt like this wasn’t as important anymore. In the face of Trump’s election, I felt compelled to tackle every social injustice I could find. Suddenly it was as if all I’d done for education, science literacy, women’s rights, and diabetes awareness weren’t enough. Why had I not also been more involved in politics? In racial justice? In environmental protection? I felt ineffectual. Flaccid.

But I’m not a super woman, and I don’t know how to fight every injustice (at least not yet!), and I can’t give up fighting the battles I’ve been fighting so long. And after all, my diabetes advocacy does intersect: for with Trump and his team’s threats to the ACA and the heath care social safety net in general, people like me are at very real risk. 

Advocacy requires education, but don’t worry, if you don’t know the story of Banting’s discovery of insulin, it is anything but dull!

You must first imagine a time when diabetes wasn’t a punchline about fat, lazy Americans. Before it was a hashtag accompanying photos of greasy and sugar-filled treats. Before it was something anyone laughed about. It was 1920, and diabetes was a universally feared death sentence that almost always befell children. 

Type 1 diabetes, the type I have, is an autoimmune disease. There is no prevention and there is no cure. It is not caused by diet or “lifestyle”, and it does not discriminate; it can emerge in anyone, from infancy through adulthood, of any level of physical fitness. A full understanding of the disease has not yet been reached, but what is known is that it is at least in part genetic, and is likely triggered by environmental factors such as viral infection. A person develops type 1 when their immune system starts attacking their body’s own insulin-producing beta cells. Without insulin, energy from food consumed cannot enter cells. Before the discovery of insulin, this meant certain death.

In the early 20th century, large hospitals would have entire diabetes death wards, usually filled with children, all slowly succumbing to the disease while their grieving families sat by, waiting for them to die. I can imagine what it would have been like to be a child in such a ward. I can tell you exactly what it feels like to die from diabetes, because I almost did. Twice. 

The first time was when I was twelve. It started as malaise. I was a bit more tired than usual. I was somewhat nauseated a lot of the time. I started to become emotionally depressed. As the month preceding my diagnosis progressed, I became weaker. I did not know that my body was cannibalizing my fat and muscles for energy, that my blood was slowly turning acidic, and that my organs were beginning to fail. My weight dropped rapidly. I was winded walking up a flight of stairs. My vision got a bit blurry and my thinking muddled. And I was so, so, so thirsty. Like, unless you’ve spent three days in the Sahara with absolutely no water, you cannot imagine how thirsty.

Had I not been diagnosed I would have starved to death. The inability of my body to convert food into energy causing me to waste away, and eventually to die from heart attack, stroke, or systemic organ failure as a result of Diabetic Ketoacidocis (acidic blood), slipping mercifully into a coma first…maybe lingering for a few days. And so was the fate of every child before a young Canadian doctor, Frederick Banting, discovered insulin. 

Now picture this in your head: the year is 1922. In a diabetes death ward in a children’s hospital in Toronto, a couple hundred children lie in metal-framed hospital beds. Their bodies are emaciated, some are in comas, all suffered as I suffered. The air is sweet with the smell of their breath and urine, for a diabetic’s breath is like fruit and their urine like honey. Their Gibson Girl mothers weeping, their besuited fathers trying to uphold the emotionless masculinity of their age, their siblings in petticoats and newsboy caps kneeling at their sides. Then a dashing young doctor, Banting, and his partner, Best, enter the ward, insulin syringes in hand. One by one, they begin injecting the children, and by the time they get to the last child, the first have already begun reviving from their comas. 

Suddenly, diabetes is no longer a death sentence. It is a disease that could be managed. Children who were skeletal and comatose become plump and active once more. It is the epitome of the inspirational tale. But this is not a story of hope, because that is not where the story ends.

Managing type 1 is both difficult and expensive. Although insulin is nearly 100 years old, patent-loopholes allow drug companies to keep tight proprietary control over the most effective formulae. A lack of regulation of the pharmaceutical industry in the United States means that US patients often pay more than ten times the price for a bottle of insulin than our fellow diabetics in other countries. The insulin that keeps me alive, Apidra, costs between $280-$480 a vial depending on which US state you buy it in – and bear in mind, depending on the patient one month’s supply can be anywhere from 2 to 10 vials. In Canada, the country of insulin’s discovery, the same vial is about $30. Further, effective type1 management means testing one’s blood sugar 8-20 times daily (each of my test strips costs $2, so that’s up to $40 a day), delivering insulin via syringe or pump (a pump runs between three and seven thousand dollars), using a few other medical odds and ends like sterilization alcohol, medical adhesives, etc., and regular doctor visits. The total annual cost of my diabetes medication and supplies, without which I will die, is about $26,000 before insurance.

That cost is not prohibitive, it is impossible. And because of that, I almost died of diabetes a second time.

Before the ACA, I was uninsurable. My type 1 considered a pre-existing condition. After I was dropped from my dad’s insurance, I had to pay for everything out of pocket because of my uninsurable status. Even re-using single-use only insulin syringes to the point where each injection left a massive bruise on my abdomen, even reusing finger-prick lancets until they were literally too blunt to work anymore, even fasting every other day to take less insulin, I couldn’t afford the cost of my disease. In my mid-twenties I began insulin rationing. I would test my sugar only once a day and take the bare minimum of insulin to keep me alive, keep me working my three jobs.

Then one morning when I was 26, it caught up with me. I’d lost 20 pounds in a month – I woke up vomiting that morning: the Diabetic Ketoacidosis from not getting enough insulin was so extreme that I lost seven more pounds in one day. My roommate drove me to the emergency room where I had five IV lines put in, was put on oxygen, intravenous potassium, and spent three days in Intensive Care. 

President-elect Trump is already waffling on his stance on the ACA, but that doesn’t stave off the real fear of me, other diabetics, and others who have pre-existing conditions for our lives. Literally, we fear for our lives because we know that people like us were left to die before the ACA. We are hoarding our medications and supplies and taking every step we can to hedge against loss of insurance.

I said this was not a story of hope, but neither is it a story of despair. For, like I said, there is a part of me that has normalized fighting for my life. I have done it, in a very literal sense, every minute of every day since I was twelve and a half years old. And so too have other type 1s fought. And so too have type2s fought. And so too have all those with chronic illness and disability fought. We fight because our lives are worth fighting for. Because an enlightened society recognizes our intrinsic value as human beings, despite the flukes in our physiology. We fight because we know that, despite the misconceptions and stereotypes society has about us, we have something to offer humanity: something immense, something those who’ve never had to fight for there lives cannot understand.

Our bodies may be damaged and weak, but we are strong. And we will take our fight to the steps of the White House, to the feet of the men who want to strip us of our means of survival. Who want to strip us of our Right to Life. We will use our damaged, sick, and broken bodies as blockade. We will use our clever and quick thinking minds. For if anyone knows how to fight, it is us. 

Type 1 children, before and after insulin treatment: 

Dr. Frederick Banting, Nobel Laureate for the discovery of insulin: 

Banting and Best, with one of the diabetic dogs they successfully treated:

Thank you, Frederick. 

Don't judge a diabetic :)

Most people think that they know a lot about diabetes but generally don’t know anything. It is all automated for them, all the calculations are done ✅ automatically by their pancreas, hormones and brain.
They don’t have to move a finger. A type 1 diabetic try to figure out all those calculations by themselves with each meal adjust correct drug amount. Next time you judge a diabetic or try to give advise remind yourself that you haven’t got a clue because it is all done for u:)

Today a friend told me that I should take my health into my own hands and pursue natural remedies and vitamins to recharge my pancreas and cure my T1D. I told him that there is no cure for type 1 and he said of course there is not if you keep thinking like that.

He said conventional western medicine is focused so much on big pharmaceutical companies that they prefer to keep people sick and keep them spending money and that I should not trust anything western medicine says. The pharmaceutical thing is kinda true but that does not mean there is some secret cure to T1D in blended green veggies and vitamin capsules. I need insulin, my body needs insulin and is killing off the cells that make it, juice will not revive that and you can’t just live off of vegetable juices!!

My friend said that I have to believe I can cure myself and I’m half way there. Also he doesn’t believe I’m actually type 1 diabetic because I was diagnosed at 19 not as a child. According to him I have adult onset type 1 diabetes which can be reversed if I work hard at it and drink green juices every day for every meal and take loads of vitamins and follow homeopathic remedies.

I don’t even know how to respond to him because I respect him. It upsets me because I can see the disappointment in his eyes when I tell him that type 1 diabetes is an autoimmune disease that does not have a cure and I need to inject insulin to live. I know he is saying this cuz he cares about me and truly believes in his natural cures but I just don’t see how the fuck he expects me to revive my pancreas / insulin producing cells with believing I can, vitamins and green juices.

Whenever I am around him I feel self conscious about my diabetes and try to hide it cuz I know he looks down on me for using my meter and cgm and insulin, and if I ever got a pump I know he would have so much to say about that and me relying on technology when I could just cure myself. 🙄🙄🙄 I’m just so frustrated and I wish he would just understand but he never will so I just have to accept his ignorance and unwillingness to trust the person who is actually living with type 1 diabetes. People need a better understanding of all types of diabetes. I am so done with this…