I've always known this day was coming but it doesn't seem to change the way I felt about it. Yep, "You need to take insulin." It happened in August of this year. My Dad had been type 2 diabetic at 35 and my Mom at 40. The doctors had always said it was just a matter of time. My insulin resistance happened over the last few years to where I started taking oral medication. However, that began not to work over the summer. I saw my sugars start to rise and I started to fight with my dietcians over taking something else. So they continued to hound me until I finally gave in and I started taking the crazy stuff.
So now that I'm on insulin was it really so bad? Not really. It took a while for my sugars to come down to the right level and we had to fiddle with it to get the right amount but now that we are finished I wondered why I waited so long. I have so much more energy than ever before and I've noticed I can do things again that I couldn't for a while. Who knew that the needles and the poking would be worth it?
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