I’ve been ignoring my blog lately. Heck, I’ve been ignoring social media in general lately. Part of the reason is that life has been kind of crazy. In the past few months, I completed my grad program in Boston, moved back to Los Angeles and started a new job. In between those major life changes, I dealt with what felt like a never-ending list of logistical details. You know, little things like trying desperately, but failing, to get health insurance coverage after my student plan expired. (Thankfully my new job came with insurance, so I ended up only being without for a little over a month.)
The other (main) reason as to why I’ve been so silent online though, is that I didn’t know what to say. I knew my diabetes had taken a turn for the worse and I was freaked out. Freaked out because as someone with slow onset type 1, I knew it was time for insulin. But I also knew that until I had health insurance again and could see a new endocrinologist, there was little I could do about it. So, I tested like crazy, medicated like crazy, avoided carbs like crazy, and tried not to panic as my blood sugar levels rose.
When I was finally able to see an endocrinologist, she confirmed what I already knew: the oral meds were no longer working and I needed insulin. It’s strange because I always knew this was the inevitable outcome. I had almost three years to adjust to the idea. And yet, in so many ways, I feel like I’ve just been diagnosed all over again.