Showing posts with label Divabetic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Divabetic. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

Dealing with Divabetics: A friendly guide


Deary me. They say ‘time flies when you’re having fun’, but how about ‘time flies when you have a 9-5 job, a social life to schedule and calories to burn off at the gym’. I can’t actually believe how long it has been since I made my last blog entry.

Don’t go thinking I’ve forgotten about it. Because I haven’t, and have a genuine reason for my lack of posts. Want to hear it? Unfortunately, my new flat doesn’t have an internet connection. No, really, it hasn’t. Unless you count the 1 bar of signal that occasionally props up from the man who rents the flat below me. But I don’t think he would be too happy about me stealing his internet. And I’ve already tried and the connection was rubbish. 

So here I am, with an hour to kill and an internet connection! With 5 full bars which I am perfectly entitled to I might add. Hoorah, this is blog bliss.

Yes, I'm still alive!


So, back to diabetes. That ol’ chesnut. It’s still here. In case you’ve forgotten, diabetes is a long-term disease which isn’t going to have a holiday any time soon. You can read my earlier blog posts and pages to understand more about the disease and how I deal with it.

My last blog post was about when you should (and shouldn’t) tell people you are diabetic. This is a big part of my life right now as I just recently moved to the Big Smoke and started a new career, so I am meeting a lot of new people all the time.

I am dedicating this post to all the non-diabetics out there, who might be unsure how to react to somebody telling them ‘I’m diabetic’. What should your reaction be? Will you have to treat this person differently? Fear not, the answers are all here.

  1. It’s OK to ask questions

Whenever I tell people I am diabetic for the first time, I can see a battle play out in their minds. One half of them is curious and wants to ask questions, the other half of them is thinking it would be rude to delve into any details and end the conversation there. Personally, I don’t mind people asking questions, when the timing is right. For example, if I’m busy or having a bit of a crap day, the last thing I want to talk about is the disease that probably put me in this grumpy mood. But, if I’m relaxed and have time on my hands, I could natter about it till the cows came home. So my advice would be this: Use your instinct and common sense to determine whether a diabetic is open to talking about their condition. Ask a couple of general questions to test the water, and judging from the response you get, you will know if it is OK to ask more.

  1. Don’t judge

One thing I hate, I mean REALLY HATE (take notes people) is when people tell me what I should and shouldn’t be eating. There is nothing worse when somebody I hardly know eyes up my chocolate brownie and says ‘Are you sure you should be eating that if you’re diabetic?’. Yes, of course I’m bloody sure or I wouldn’t be eating it. I’m the diabetic here not you, so let me be and trust that I can make these decisions for myself.

  1. Be supportive

Being diabetic isn’t easy, and it’s really important that we have a close network of friends and family to support us through the down days. There have been times when my diabetes has stopped me from going on a night out, or on a shopping trip. If my blood sugars have been playing up and I’m feeling the after-effects, the last thing I want to do is go out drinking or on a full day shopping bender. If we cancel plans at the last minute, I always feel better knowing that my friends or work colleagues understand that it isn’t me; it’s diabetes making the rules that day.

In a perfect world, diabetics would like to think that they are not treated differently to people with a perfectly working pancreas. But in reality, it actually makes relationships easier when people you know are aware of your diabetes, and how they should respond to it. So the next time your daughter, or your friend, or your work colleague has to cancel plans last minute after a diabetes nightmare, remember that they are entitled to comfort eat with cake. 

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

A Pumping Pinocchio

This week saw me doing some weird and wonderful things whilst out and about on my new internship. 

One of these new experiences involved a fish pedicure. Yes, you read that right, a fish pedicure. What does a fish pedicure entail, well I'll show you. 

They were loving it.
That is a picture of me, having my feet eaten my some adorable fishies. I say eaten, it was actually more like gentle nibbling. And it felt as weird as it looks. Not least because I hadn't shaved my legs, my feet smelt and I had about twenty people staring at my tootsies. 

You've probably seen this new phenomenon on the telly. Garra rufa fish, imported from Turkey, are supposed to enjoy eating away at your dead skin cells, leaving you with baby soft feet. It can cost anywhere between £10 and £50, and you leave your feet in the water for about half an hour.

I was lucky enough to have mine for free though, just as well cause I'm not sure if I would pay actual money for fish to eat my feet. So there I was, preparing myself for this new experience when the owner of the fish asked me to fill out a health and safety form. 

Uh oh. I knew what was coming. Sure enough, under name, age, address etc was the dreaded:

'Any pre-existing medical conditions, such as diabetes?'

'Um yes, but I'm not going to tell you that!'. I don't know why, but the rebel inside me never ticks that box on a health form. 

Its the same when I fill out a job application. Do you consider yourself to be disabled? 'Well no, but I've received disability living allowance until I was 18, so technically....'

I think it all stems back from when I was 16, and newly diagnosed. I was finding my feet as a 'divabetic', and wasn't sure of the boundaries I could push with new condition. 

I was desperate to get the top part of my ear pierced, and went into Claire's Accessories one weekend with my friend. I hadn't told my mum, and planned on giving her a big surprise when I returned home. I'm a lovely daughter like that.

Once the Claire's lady verified I was old enough, she got me to fill in a health and safety form. It was the first time I had come across the dreaded 'pre-existing condition' question, and I was petrified that if she knew I was diabetic, she wouldn't give me my much sought after piercing. 

This will be me one day...Pic from here


So I lied. And I haven't been able to come clean since. I know its bad, and these precautions are only in my best interest. 

I have since learned that the reason health professionals ask you this question is because diabetics take longer to heal from cuts and open wounds, and are more prone to catching infections

There are certain guidelines you are advised to follow when it comes to diabetes and piercing's, or tattoos, or anything invasive really. Click here for more information. 

Of course no diabetic wants to feel like they can't go get a piercing or a fish pedicure when they feel like it, and if you are anything like me, you like to feel invincible against diabetes. 

Like some sort of superhero, I like to challenge my diabetes and test the boundaries. By having my ears pierced, getting a tattoo, and wearing skyscraper heels I feel as if I am saying take that diabetes - try and stop me!

The battle continues... 

Monday, 21 March 2011

The WonderPump

I have had my pump for just over 2 weeks now, and I am still getting to grips with how to hide it in my clothes.

This weekend I went out in my hometown and wanted to dress all pretty. Every time I go back to my roots I half hope I will ‘bump’ into someone from school and they will think ‘Wow doesn’t Kim look great now'. It hasn’t happened yet.... but I’m still hoping. So it is vitally important that I look my best! 

The pump has been reasonably good to me so far in terms of being discreet. In fact, it’s normally me who whips it out unannounced and shows it off to the poor soul whoever happens to be nearby. But this weekend I wanted to hide it.

Whenever I tell someone about my pump and explain how it works, I notice their eyes wandering from my face to my body. I know what they are doing - they are looking to see where I hide it. Well, I am going to reveal all in this blog post. 

I chose my outfit this particular weekend very carefully. It was a tight playsuit but it had a little bit of extra material around the stomach, which is normally handy for when I’m feeling a bit bloated, but on this occasion it was to serve a different purpose. It would conceal my pump tubes and cannula!

The cannula

All I had to figure out now was where to put my pump. The most obvious place is my bra. Not only has God cursed me with diabetes but he has also given me a flat chest. A winning combination! But it actually comes in pretty handy now as I can fit my pump inside my bra without anyone noticing.

The Pump
But this playsuit was rather tight... and where I had put my pump, a weird rectangle shape protruded from my chest. It looked weird, and there was no way I was going out like that. Most people wouldn’t be bothered, but I don’t mind admitting I can be a bit vain at times and a rectangle shaped boob is a step too far.

Luckily I had a pair of chicken fillets with me and placed it over my pump, so that everything looked nice and normal. I looked in the mirror and WOW. I suddenly had boobs! The pump had worked wonders and the chicken fillets worked their magic.

Me impersonating a sophisticated lady


In terms of practicality, the pump was in a really secure place and there was no chance of it popping out or the tubes getting tangled.

Move over Wonderbra...Photo from here before I scribbled over it
I hope this post proves to mothers, daughters, sisters, cousins and anyone else out there that a pump can be discreet. When I was diagnosed at 15 I was instantly put off by the pump for superficial reasons.  

Now I can keep my blood sugars under control and have cleavage. What more could a divabetic want?