Have you ever spent your day with a weight on your head, a clamp on your jaw, lead weights on your feet, and duct tape on your eyelids?
Have you ever stood up and immediately fell back down? Felt like your world was spinning, or like your heart was going to burst out of your chest bearing helicopter wings? Felt like your head was wrapped in cotton? Felt like your head moved left and your eyes stayed right? Felt like you were sweating enough to wash your dog?
I have. I would say I feel one of these ways on an almost-daily basis. Whether my blood sugar is high or low, I’m fighting a feeling of exhaustion and weakness. Only when I am in normal range do I feel OK, unless I am recovering from said highs or lows, in which case I still feel crappy. It makes it hard to get anything done. And people wonder why diabetics feel depressed.
This is what it feels like to deal with this disease. It’s not something easy. It’s not as simple as watching what you eat and taking a shot now and then. It’s not just pricking your finger a few times a day. If you have type 2, it’s more than swallowing a pill! It’s always wondering what exactly is happening inside your body, and wondering whether or not you really have control over it.
If you have never felt this way, I hope you never do.
Welcome to diabetes. Welcome to my life.