Ian asked me yesterday if diabetes hurts.
The short answer to that is: if you don’t monitor it like an SOB, yeah, it hurts, and it eventually breaks you down and kills you. As does life. So.
When my sugar runs high (above 180 or 200) for a few hours in a day, I have a lot of problems with my feet. They start to throb, and then I get these shooting pains sometimes that go up my legs, usually when I’m trying to get to sleep at night. It means I have trouble sleeping. And I get sugar-high headaches, which are fucking annoying.
There are other symptoms of malaise as well – muzzy thinking, bitchiness, tiredness, trouble seeing – but I suppose these aren’t actual *pain.* When my sugar’s low, I start to shake and if I’m real low my vision starts to blacken. But, again, these aren’t actually *painful* things.
The shots hurt about a third of the time. Sometimes there’s burning when the insulin on the syringe goes into your skin. Sometimes you hit a blood vessel. Mostly, though, you’re injecting into fat, and if you do it firm and fast, it doesn’t hurt much. If, like me, you have to reuse needles, it probably hurts more than it should, and generally toward the end of the day when you’re taking your third shot with the same syringe, which is now duller than it was during the first shot in the morning.
And, you know, I have some reservations about saying “if you take care of it, diabetes isn’t so bad,” because you know, you can do everything “right” and still have fucking bad days. There’s nothing more frustrating than doing everything right and hitting 226 and feeling like shit (for physical *and* psychological reasons; ie guilt). There can be stress, unexpected sugar syrup in a latte that was supposed to have sugar-free, a haggerd schedule with no room for exercise… in other words, Life can come between you and The Numbers.
Which is kind of ironic, if you think about it.