Okay, the title doesn't really apply to the subject of this blog, my darn diabetes. I have been diabetic, Type 1, for 13 years, so I could hardly say I'm just getting started. But I am new to blogging, and that is what I meant when I picked the title today. I'm not really sure what to do here, except pretend I am writing a journal that I know other people might read. I truly have many doubts that ANYONE will wind up reading this, and I'm really just doing it for the off chance I can make some moolah by readers clicking on the ads, but THEN.... that is saying that someone will be reading this! CRAZY.
But back to the beginning. I was diagnosed 13 years ago, in April 1996. I can remember it very well cause I was 7 months pregnant when it happened. Of course, the doctors assumed it was gestational and would go away after the baby was born. But oh, those docs were wrong! As it turned out over the years, many doc are often wrong! Seriously, they can only make educated guesses, then test their guesses with medications, then check to see if theire guesses were right, and try again. It's very simple, really. But I digress.
Where was I? Oh, I was 7 months pregnant and some idiot nurse/doctor put me on a high carb diet to see (TO GUESS) how I would respond to it. Well, guess what? It put me in the hospital with a blood sugar of over 600 and I almost lost the baby, or so they told me. So I was in the maternal ward ER portion when a tiny little man doctor walked in, could have been Doogie Howser himself! But he was very cute. He took the bull by the horns. He called it when he said it wasn't gestational. He was the only one for years who thought that. Finally someone else came along and actually ran a test (instead of making a GUESS) and figured something out. I can't remember the name of the test, I will have to look it up again. But it measured pancreatic function type stuff. And determined that my pancreas is pretty much kaput. And they GUESSED that it got that way from an immune auto-deficiency syndrom, meaning I got the flu when I was pregnant and instead of my immune system attaching the virus, it attacked my pancreas. So for several years every doctor I met would say the same thing, "You are too young/too old to have this type diabetes. You are some kind of freak!" Okay, they didn't say freak exactly, but they might as well have. I know it's what they meant.
