Type 1 diabetes, you got me good today – for some reason and for no particular reason at all. My mind and body are so strong right now, but a rough night of hypos and rebounds saw me wake up with a stubbornly high blood glucose which I grappled with while heading for an early (then delayed) flight. Approximately three hypos later and that creeping sense of vulnerability really hit (blaming the altitude for that one), and here we are sitting hyperglycaemic once more, waiting for the inevitable insulin crash that I’m sure is about to kick in just as I try and get an early night.
This defeatist tale is not my usual tune and it doesn’t sit well with me. Maybe I’m just tired, maybe I’ve just been spoilt by a lovely weekend with family, maybe I just don’t have the fight today because the resilience it takes to live with type 1 diabetes isn’t limitless. So I came home and shut the door – lucky and grateful to currently be in a position where I can just shut the door, shut the laptop and hygge the shit out of my evening.
These days are so rare, the days where I just don’t want to play. I know it’s just a day – one of a handful in the near 10,000 days I’ve lived with this chronic condition which, for the most part, I get along with pretty well. But it’s a real day, among many, many otherwise ok days and great days and days where type 1 diabetes stays in the background and my wonderful, colourful, perfectly imperfect version of a life happens around it, amongst it and because of it. It’s important to note these days in a world of perfection and filters and comparison and ultimately it’s nothing that a few hours of sharp, clever, wonderful Mrs Maisel can’t fix. Normal service – kickass, motivated, vibrant realness service – resumes tomorrow. If you’re having this day too, I’m with you 💛
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