One Year After Diagnosis

One year ago today, it was confirmed that I had Type One Diabetes.

The time between then and now has passed far faster than normal, which is a pleasing silver lining.  I’m sure I have learnt a lot in that time; certainly – considering the other traumatic events of 2010 – I have learnt more about myself than any other year.  But at the same time, I don’t feel I have progressed enough.  I don’t feel I have as much control over it as I should.  I know Diabetics don’t get a total grip over their condition in a year, and considering the serious distractions that come with a loved one’s serious illness being more than an ample distraction, I still feel I should have done more.  But it still feels like only a few months ago that it was confirmed.  In contrast, the day of diagnosis itself was a very long one.

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24 Hours To D-Day

So that Hoedown was a lot of fun.  Absolutely what I needed.

I’ll blog about that at a later date, and maybe tease you on this blog with one of the pictures I took, because I was very lucky and took some lovely shots of Cornwall.

This blog, however, is back to the subject of my hospitalised father.  Not that he’s going to be hospitalised for much longer!
Yes, he’s coming home in pretty much 24 hours!

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Think Positive

There hasn’t been much in the way of bloggage, but other things have got in the way over the last month, and I was reluctant to write about it, because the last thing this world needs is another blogger moping about the woes of his life.  Moreover, as these problems have taken over my waking and sleeping hours, dwelling on it further is a stress I don’t need.

I am, however, currently in a bout of the more positive side of this bipolar bear of a life I’ve been living for the last five weeks, so I’m going to put some of it down here.

As the three many of you that read this with any regularly know, my father is in hospital. Still.
It’s been over a month now, and we still don’t actually have a confirmation of what is wrong with him.
It’s been one of the toughest periods of my life, I’m stressed and utterly exhausted.
Yeah, this is going to be one of those blogs…

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There’s No Charge In My Battery


So the LIVE BLOG FROM GLASTONBURY didn’t really work out, which is a shame, but I have a rubbish Blackberry battery to blame.  I took a spare, carefully charged, and put it in the lockups. When I swapped my first when the meter ran red … nothing.

Most frustrating.

However, it was – to put it mildly – one of the best four days of my life.  I’m going to do extensive blogging about each day, with gratuitous photos of varying poor quality, but I’ve been hampered by some bad times that have made my life decidedly emo, so first off I’ll talk about how the diabetes maintenance went.

It didn’t go well, hehe.

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Superman Hospitalised

So, as you can guess, things didn’t improve.

Thankfully, this wasn’t a blaring sirens situation, but his situation got worse.  The pain increased and he’s had trouble moving his right arm.

An ambulance car took him the day before yesterday, leaving me at the house to pace up and down, not knowing whether to follow him or stay here and wait for him to call.  He told me not to bother following an hour after he left, as he was still in traffic due to a road accident, but I spent a few hours with him today.

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Warning: May Cause Nervous Panic In Your Son

So my dad’s not doing too well at the moment.

He’s been in increasing pain of late, with various trips to the doctor leading to a diagnosis of a trapped nerve.  He was put on pain killers as it’s one of those things that should just go away.
But it kept getting worse.
There were problems getting the correct medication, but he is now on cocodomol turbomegapills.
Even though one of the side effects of such stuff is drowsiness, he gave me a bit of a fright today.

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“You’re coping so well”

So I just had a hell of a freakout.

Today had gone so well – more on that in the next blog I’ll post in the morning… well, later.
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London Calling

I’m off to The Big Smoke later, after a sleep I should already be enjoying.

It’s a friend’s birthday, so a few of us are getting together to celebrate it.

It will be the first time I’ve gone further than Cardiff since I was diagnosed with diabetes, and I’ll be negotiating the tube in the midst of engineering works on the main lines. On my own… *sniffle*

While I’m not quite as terrified as that last line suggests, I am pretty nervous about this weekend. The travelling will be tiring, and what we are doing is still a little up in the air.  It looks like we’ll be going to a club. And here is my real concern.  If we’re out for the day, or we’re going out for a meal and then on to a club, I will have to have my diabetes equipment with me. Which will mean needles and Dextrose tablets.
Seeing as the last time I went into  club in London they made me throw away chewing gum because that’s what desperate drug-users were using to hide their waste of money, I’m not too hopeful for them liking my nice powdery sweets and needles.

I may be itching to say “Hey, I need those to live!” but worst case scenario sees some meathead throwing my equipment away, or the possibility of the night being ruined because I can’t get in anywhere. Even if the latter happens and my friends are understanding, the night will still be ruined for the birthday girl, and that will really get me down if she cares or not.

I’m also not looking forward to
a) telling them all about the condition and what they need to do if things go bad
b) having diabetes be the only thing I really have to talk about.

I am looking forward to seeing my uni mates, though, honest.

Anyway. I gotta sleep as I have to be up again in a few hours.