Sick Days for My Type 1 Diabetes

This week I’ve been sick.

You know how sometimes people complain about what babies men are about getting sick?  Well, I’m very masculine when it comes to the way I handle illness.

I do not suck it up.  I do not go on about my day as usual and try to fight my way through it.  I don’t keep it to myself that I don’t feel well.

I’m sure it’s super annoying for my husband.  But the good news is, I rarely get sick.  I seriously have thought before that I seem to have such a strong immune system, and so rarely get sick, that maybe this all ties in to how I got this auto-immune disease called Type 1 Diabetes in the first place.  At a certain point, my immune system just got bored, went a little nuts, th-4and attacked my cells that produce insulin. And then, BAM!  I became a Type 1 Diabetic.  Ok, there is no science behind that idea, but it’s the way I think about my T1.  I got it because of my overly strong immune system.  Yeah!

Anyway…

This week I had a scratchy throat on Tuesday.  So besides walking dogs for a couple of hours, I did very little else. My blood sugars started going up and up and up.  My body didn’t seem to realize I was giving myself insulin.  I had to take about 3 times more than I usually do.  And even with that, it never got down where I wanted it to be. But oh well.  It’s one day. In a long life.

On Wednesday, my eyeballs ached.  My head hurt.  Actually, my whole face hurt.  I decided it was a sinus “thing”.  My husband took me to La Madeline for the Tomato Basil soup because when I’m sick, that’s a requirement.  I took not one, but two baths that day and was in my pajamas by about 5pm.  I read a bunch of a book I had started the day before that I’m just in love with.

I stayed in bed almost the entire day Thursday.  I got up in the morning and felt dizzy in the shower.  So I got right back in bed.  With wet hair.  And made a discovery that my hair looked pretty cool by drying against a pillow.  It made my waves a little more pronounced than usual!

Today, I’m coughing and my nose it stuffy, but my face doesn’t hurt.  And I’m not dizzy when I stand up. And my blood sugars are back to normal.  I’m so much better.

So although I don’t like being sick, it doesn’t suck completely.  I don’t fight it.  And I don’t try to act tough.  And I don’t berate myself for having crappy blood sugar control for a couple of days.  Because it’s a long life!