Because of this sentence, I once had a big fight with Mr. Bao.
Some people’s language expression system seems to be in the undeveloped stage forever, and when they are anxious to quarrel, they will only pop out a sentence: “Are you sick?!” After hearing this, I felt my heart hurt and cried so much Weeping ghosts and gods, as if to cry out all the grievances of being ill for so many years. Mr. Bao was overwhelmed by the sudden situation.
Yeah, I’m sick, and it’s never going to cure me, and I’m going to be on insulin injections for the rest of my life, and I’m not satisfied. Just like drunk people always shouting that I am not drunk, when I was newly diagnosed with diabetes, I always refused to admit that I had the disease.
I’m afraid that others will see something wrong with me
I had my first episode of hypoglycemia after my diagnosis 11 years ago. At that time, it was close to the time to get off work, and the atmosphere in the office gradually became looser, and everyone was immersed in the preparations for getting off work. I suddenly felt that something was wrong , and within a few seconds, my forehead was sweating, my breathing was fast, my chest was tight, and I didn’t feel good and developed rapidly.
My first instinct was to not let others see that something was wrong with me. So I got up with the blood glucose meter and snacks, trying to hide in the toilet. The laughter of my colleagues in my ears gradually became distant. I staggered in the corridor leading to the bathroom, my legs were not able to move, and I moved forward by touching the wall with my hands. For the first time, I felt that the road was so long. I didn’t know how long I walked. I fumbled and turned into the cubicle of the bathroom. I leaned against the partition and locked the door. Finally, there was no one else!
I started to measure my blood sugar with shaking hands, and it was 2.9 mmol/L, which is considered a serious hypoglycemia. I quickly ate sugar, and with the melted glucose in my mouth, my brain began to wake up. Then, the crazy hunger made me gorge on the biscuits that I usually find unpalatable, laughing at my embarrassment while eating, and eating so happily while facing the toilet.
During the period when I was just diagnosed, I was always reluctant to tell my colleagues that I had diabetes when I was questioned by my colleagues; because I needed to inject insulin before meals, I arranged the plot of washing my hands at the dinner table every time; Drinks, I was too embarrassed to refuse. I helplessly adapt to all the inconveniences in life, for fear that others will see my problems.
Life has never changed, what has changed is my heart
I remember that on the day of the diagnosis, I was so stubborn that I sat on the hospital bed and refused to lie down. I sat on the edge of the bed and infused fluids for six or seven hours. And I didn’t take the initiative to inform any friends and relatives. When my husband came to know about it, it was already dark. Mr. Bao moved a stool and sat next to me, fiddling with the huge insulin syringe pump in front of him.
I said to him, “Uh…they say I’m diabetic.”
“Oh, good, it’s not cancer, I figured it out.”
“You guessed it?”
“Yeah, both your mother and aunt, so I guessed it.” Then he treated me as if nothing had happened, as if my illness was just a common cold.
Yes, accidents in life are often the accumulation of many expectations, just like illness. An optimistic attitude is always a good medicine for treating diseases.
Half a year after the diagnosis, I gradually adapted to life with injections. According to the doctor’s adjustment, the number of insulin injections was reduced, and I no longer needed to get up in the middle of the night to get supplementary injections because I was too sleepy to go to bed first. After a long period of exploration, the amount of carbohydrates in each meal can now be estimated more accurately. While keeping blood sugar stable, you can also arrange extra meals twice a day and eat some snacks you like.
Now, I can calmly inject myself with insulin before meals; I can generously tell my friends that I don’t need to order drinks for me; Mr. Bao will still yell, “Are you sick?! ” I would playfully answer: “Yes, I have!” This time, we looked at each other and smiled.
Life gradually became clearer. In fact, think about it, life has never changed, what changes is my heart.
The sharing of personal experience does not constitute a diagnosis and treatment recommendation, and cannot replace the doctor’s individualized judgment on a specific patient. If you need to see a doctor, please go to a regular hospital.
Author: Zhang Huading
Editor: Dai Tianyi
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