I remember… When I was first diagnosed. In fact before I was even diagnosed and I was sitting in my living room at 3 am with ice packs under my arms, my breathing was horrible and I felt freezing. It was the only thing to soothe the pain.

Every breath in felt like that moment you were under the water too long and your ribs were screaming to let your lungs have oxygen? Like that, every time I breathed in, and my breathing rate was quick, too quick. I remember every breath in I had to scream to deal with the pain, and I couldn’t stop no matter how much I was told to ‘cut it out’.
I remember my throat being so sore from having to try and bring in as much air as possible and the screams that just would not stop coming.

That was diabetes, before I had even become acquainted with it.

They all said it is manageable, which is very true, they told me I would be on injections for the rest of my life. They told me I would have to check my blood sugar up to ten times a day every day. They told me I can still do everything I used to, and can still have a future…

They did not tell me I would be up until god knows when crying because my bg wouldn’t come down or up.

They did not tell me I would become too weak to even string a sentence when my blood sugars fell low.

They did not tell me that every prick and needle would leave an ugly scar or bruise in its wake.

They did not tell me that I would be left in the state I was, in so much pain, if it went too high.

They did not tell me that insulin burns on the tip of a needle when it enters your skin, and it will be worse if you take the needle out to redo it.

They did not tell me that I would be left in the early hours of the morning wishing none of us had to deal with this or anything else.

Sometimes, I wish I could make it go away. I want it to go away for everyone. It makes me so angry towards myself when I feel down knowing that I need to just keep going. There is no giving up

What Diabetes Is

Ever since the unicorn frappucino was released, I’ve seen an uptick in “diabeetus” jokes. I’ve also seen people posting pictures of candy and cake and saying “Look at my diabeetus ha ha ha,” as if diabetes is some type of joke.

Diabetes is not a frappucino. There is no such thing as “diabetes on a plate” or “diabetes in a cup.” Let me tell you what diabetes actually is.

Diabetes is a small child dying of ketoacidosis because the doctor in the ER thought that child had the flu.

Diabetes is parents who can’t sleep through the night because they have to get up and check their child’s blood sugar during the night to make sure their child hasn’t gone into insulin shock or diabetic coma.

Diabetes is waking up in the middle of the floor covered in bruises and rug burn because you fell asleep after taking insulin but before eating the food that you took the insulin for, and your blood sugar crashed, causing you to fall off the couch and have a seizure.

Diabetes is having to decide whether there is enough insulin to last until you get paid or whether you will skip a meal or two so that you can take less insulin and save money on groceries.

Diabetes is not getting enough sleep because your blood sugar was too high, meaning that you got out of bed to go to the bathroom multiple times, or too low, meaning that you got out of bed to treat the low and then stayed awake to be sure it didn’t go low again.

Diabetes is going to a trendy eating place and discovering they don’t serve diet drinks because “aspartame is poison” and having them tell you to drink orange juice instead.

Diabetes is finding out that your kidneys or eyesight or digestive system or circulation is failing after you’ve lived with the disease for decades.

Diabetes is having people say “So lose weight and it will go away” or “Your kid got that because you fed them too much sugar”.

Diabetes is living every day with a disease that you know could shorten your lifespan while politicians blame people who have your disease for costing the health care system money, as if it’s your fault your immune system decided to attack you.

The lack of diversity no one talks about:

Characters with:

- Epilepsy

- Diabetes 

- Psoriasis

- Rheumatoid Arthritis

- Inflammatory bowel disease (crohn’s disease or ulcerative colitis)

- Cystic Fibrosis

- Celiac Disease

- Hypothyroidism/Goiter

- Hyperthyroidism 

- Asthma 

- Paramyloidosis

- Sarcoidosis

- Multiple Sclerosis

- Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis

- Spina bifida

- Lupus 

And many more.

#justdiabetesthings that nobody talks about

- catching every single cold and infectious disease ever because your immune system sucks

- bg levels too high? time for excruciating cramps in a random body part!

- when you can feel your bg dropping

- Constant Thirst™

- related: needing to use the bathroom all the damn time

- do i have my meter in my bag? do i have my insulin in my bag? do i have a snack in case my bg drops? do i have glucagon in case i pass out with no warning? do i have my phone in case i need to call an ambulance? do i h

- someone non-diabetic: “why do you always have a bag with you lmao”

- h e a d a c h e s

- sensory overload when you’re hypoglycaemic

- “why do you care about carbs so much lmao”

- “i would have offered you some cake but you can’t eat sugar right? you poor thing uwu”

- when you’re pretty sure your bg is too low but also what if you’re faking it as an excuse to eat something

- “you don’t look disabled though??”

- your friends looking mildly horrified when you casually joke about stabbing yourself several times a day

- when your phone/laptop is low on charge, and you’re like “oh no it’s going hypoglycaemic” but you’re only half joking

- the increased risk of anxiety and depression, to an extent that many diabetic clinics routinely test their patients for symptoms

- finding someone else who’s diabetic and they understand

The Flame of Hope is an eternal flame that honors Sir Frederick Banting’s discovery of insulin, as well as all those who have been affected by diabetes. Simultaneously, it serves as a reminder that insulin controls diabetes but does not cure it; ultimately, it stands for the hope that a cure will soon be found.

The Flame will only be extinguished when a cure for diabetes is developed. The team responsible for finding the cure will be flown in to do so.

The Flame of Hope was kindled before 4,000 spectators by Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother on July 7, 1989.

Friendly reminder from a type one diabetic to NOT use the “OMG I’M GONNA GET DIABEETUS” jokes as a response to anything (pictures of unhealthy food, favorite fanfictions, etc.) because:
1) It’s pretty offensive. I’m not overly offended personally because this joke doesn’t Target type one diabetes, but type two (and type one) diabetes imposes serious health risks. It’s not ok to make fun of that.
2) It spreads misinformation. Type one and type two diabetes are very different, but you don’t get either type from one unhealthy meal. Furthermore, I don’t need people who only know the diabeetus meme telling me “You can’t eat that! You’re diabetic!”. I promise I understand how my disease works.
3) It’s 2017. The joke has died out, I promise!

anonymous asked:

What would happen if someone who was not diabetic was injected with insulin? Could a high dosage kill them and what would the consequences be if they were injected with too little to be fatal?

Hey nonny! Hoo boy howdy, yes, this could be fatal indeed!

So here’s the sitch with insulin. It’s a natural hormone, secreted by the beta cells in the pancreas. What it does is it pushes sugar from the bloodstream into the cells, where it will get burned for energy.

Diabetics use insulin because the beta cells stop making (enough/any) insulin, and without insulin, the sugar builds up in their blood, but because it can’t get into the cells, the cells start to metabolize muscle and fat for energy. This is, once things get bad, called diabetic ketoacidosis, or DKA.

That’s what happens when there’s no insulin. What happens when there’s too much insulin?

Essentially, the amount of sugar in the bloodstream drops to zero. The sugar is all pushed into the cells, but there’s none available in the bloodstream. The problem with this end of the blood sugar spectrum is that the brain runs preferentially on sugars, and it needs a steady supply. And when the blood is devoid of sugar, the brain can’t get any, and it will quickly burn through the supply it has.

This basically causes the brain to shut down / lose consciousness, though this is more a sliding-toward-unconsciousness than it is a lightswitch; characters who are hypoglycemic might develop slow, lethargic affects (the way they comport themselves), they may become very sleepy, or they may even lapse into a coma.

And this can indeed be fatal if left untreated. A significant insulin overdose could cause death, though of course it doesn’t have to!

If it doesn’t, the character could come out just fine – if it’s caught early, or medical staff arrive and quickly/correctly diagnose the problem, it’s easy to fix; any medical problem you can fix with a peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwich is aces in my book. More severe cases where the person is too comatose to defend their airway (ie not to choke on water) will get an IV and a nice big blast of sugar water (D50; 50% dextrose in water; literal sugar-water), and will keep getting sugar until the sugar outweighs the effects of the insulin, and the character regains consciousness.

So your character could just get disoriented, dizzy, and very hungry, and instinctively drink a pint of juice and be fine. You could even have someone else – perhaps a diabetic character (hint hint!) who knows what hypoglycemia looks like – induces them to eat/drink/be merry.

Hope this helped and was useful/interesting!!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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You are more than your disease.

You are more than your disease.

I know it may not feel like it, but it’s true.
You have hopes, dreams, and characteristics besides your diagnoses.

I know at least two,
you are STRONG and you are BRAVE.

You are more than your disease.

Does anyone else ever like, forget they’re diabetic for a minute? Like I’ll be halfway done deepthroating a cupcake, then I’m like “oh shit I didn’t take insulin!” But then I also remember that the literal antichrist is our president and were all gonna die anyway, none of this is real and nothing truly matters? No? Just me huh?