Diabetes

Yes, you will have to make different life choices. Yes, you should have made them sooner. But this is now ... really all that you have. So wake up in the morning and realize you can make a difference to bettering you. Start off slow and each day do a little more and then more and then more. Each day it will get easier. It took many years to get you to this point in your life, it's not going to change over night.

Y U M M Y

All my life, i have suffered from an extreme desire for sweets. And that has put me in the situation that i am in today.

Recently, my neighbor went to the grocery store for me and came back with items i needed as well as a treat. The Murray Sugar-free cookies were amazingly delicious. i swear, i had to look at the packaging a couple of times to ensure they were sugar-free.

If you need to satisfy your own sweet tooth, but also need to watch your blood sugar numbers and stay healthy, this product will surely fulfill your desires.

The Joys of Being a Diabetic

The joys of low blood sugar ... i awoke in the middle of the night, needing to go to the bathroom (another joy of getting older). As i got up onto the walker, i realized my blood sugar was low. i was weak and a little dizzy. Hopping along the few feet to the bathroom, i wasn't sure i would even make it. Lifting myself from the toilet, i almost fell over. i stood there for a few moments, balancing myself on one leg. i hopped into the next room and sat at the kitchen island chair (basically where i sit all day waiting for my stump wound to heal).

i started sweating, so i shifted the chair into the bathroom and checked my blood sugar. 98. Getting weaker, i knew i needed some sugar to boost my numbers. i made my way to the refrigerator, while sitting in the chair. My entire body was wet with sweat. i got some chocolate, in the past i would have gotten several pieces. But i am truly trying to better my health.

It takes a while for the sugar to kick in, so i grabbed a piece of bread and sat up watching a little TV to ensure i was okay. i wasn't. So i grabbed another small piece of chocolate and made my way back to the sofa, where i sleep.

i laid there for quite awhile, feeling dizzy and sweaty. A couple of hours later i was finally able to fall back to sleep.

i hate it when my blood sugar is too high, but i don't feel the effects of that (except my amputation). But when the blood sugar gets low, i get really scared. My head spins like i am drunk. My clothes get damp from the sweat. My eyes sight is fuzzy. And i'm lucky to find the strength to get myself to some chocolate or candy.

February 1, 2016

The frustration of waiting for the amputation wound to completely heal is overwhelming on my emotions. For over 6 months i have basically been confined downstairs in a 10x10 area of the house.

i've been wanting to do some cleaning upstairs, so i pulled myself up, on my butt, and used a chair to crawl around from room to room. i got a lot done, with so much more to do, but that will have to wait until i get my leg.

As i was finishing up and getting ready to come downstairs, feeling good about what i had accomplished, i got off the chair and started downstairs, but forgetting that i don't have a right leg. i stood up and quickly lost my balance, falling down about 5 steps. Hitting my head on the hand rail, bumping my left leg on the steps.

i sat there, laughing and crying, completely annoyed with this situation. i gathered my thoughts and continued scooting down the stairs on my butt. When i reached the bottom of the stairs, my sweat pants, that i have been living in for 6 months, had raised up on my leg and i noticed i had really cut up my left leg.

i don't do well looking at my own wounds. So i got onto my chair, scooting along across the floor to the bathroom. My leg was tender as i took a damp cloth to clean the wounds on my leg. Feeling a little dizzy and weak, i laid down and slept for a few hours. My head and leg throbbing.

When i woke up, my head felt better, but my leg was quite sore. Forced to hop on my left leg to get around, with the aide of my walker, was quite difficult and painful.

The next day, my leg still sore and the wound area quite red, i called my nurse and she came over to tend to it. Waiting for her, i was so worried she was going to send me to the hospital.

But thankfully, even though it is tender, i just ripped off the top layer of skin on large part of my leg. She bandaged me up and told me to stay downstairs ... which i will.

The wound on my right leg was affected, thank goodness, but still isn't ready for me to get my prosthetic.

The wound on my legs will heal, but i feel i am forever damaged emotionally and i am unsure how i will be able to recover ... if i can.