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I've been having somewhat gloomy thoughts this afternoon, accompanying some gloomy googling of diabetic insulin delivery options: i.e., pens, pricks and pumps. Judging by the fact that my downward trend for blood glucose, while still downward, seems to be plateauing at around 250, I can pretty much predict that my A1c in a couple of weeks is going to be well above 7. Which means I'm probably going to be put on insulin.
The thought doesn't so much terrify me as annoy me. I'm going to be saddled with a life-saving but perpetually annoying regimen of injection, to be added to my current regimen of simple bloodletting, and probably multiplied by an approximate daily factor of 3 or 4.
I KNOW that if it's necessary, it's necessary. I know I'm not the first or only person on the face of the earth that has had or continues to have to do this. I know I'm whining.
Some people want to trade in their current spouse/partner for a newer or prettier model. I just want to trade in my current body for one that runs without so much maintenance.
The thought doesn't so much terrify me as annoy me. I'm going to be saddled with a life-saving but perpetually annoying regimen of injection, to be added to my current regimen of simple bloodletting, and probably multiplied by an approximate daily factor of 3 or 4.
I KNOW that if it's necessary, it's necessary. I know I'm not the first or only person on the face of the earth that has had or continues to have to do this. I know I'm whining.
Some people want to trade in their current spouse/partner for a newer or prettier model. I just want to trade in my current body for one that runs without so much maintenance.