From The Cradle To The Grave

Have you been reading the shared experiences, maybe offering your own, for Hypo Awareness Week? I have offered up a few things and joined in with a few discussions. It's been heart warming to find solidarity with my peers and learn of the experiences of others. Awareness days, weeks, months or whatever are good things, in my opinion. A little understanding can go a long way for better care in a clinical environment but also at home, work and in a social arena. Keep on sharing and raising awareness of what matters to you.

So, this blog post isn't really about Hypo Awareness Week. The title and photo might have given that away already. It was inspired by the hypo conversations, though. Hypos, a seemingly unavoidable complication of having T1D, rarely spoken of as a "complication", it's frequency - more so for some than others, and the knowledge that your last hypo probably won't be your last ever hypo unless it puts you in the ground. Hypos are probably for life, once you've been diagnosed with T1D, unless technology advances further or £50 million donations find us a cure.

Lots of things are for life, of course; Taxes, corrupt politicians and ITV reality shows to name a few. You'll have your own "for life" baggage, I expect. I certainly do and despite my positive stance over awareness campaigns, I have found this particular one has left me rather melancholy over my own "lifers". 'From the cradle to the grave' refers to my own long term conditions. I almost called this blog "Not a moment" because since my first breath, I have lived with a long term condition. 

Some conditions affect our lives more deeply than others, that could be because of the condition itself or the way we lead our lives or how we're managing the terrible hand that the universe dealt us. My LTCs vary from things that I have no need for support or care over to things such as T1D, where I benefit hugely from good support and care.

My melancholy, my self-pity if you will, will come and go for the rest of my days. It is an infrequent visitor and not something to be concerned about. I feel the storm clouds gathering when I've had a rough period of health or a difficult period in my personal life. In this case, I've had a troublesome couple of weeks with hypos and reduced rest and that's why I've been all very "woe is me" for a day or two. In this time I've been revisiting my "lifers", when they happened, are they related and even considering what might happen in the years to come. Following my last hypo, frustrated, I silently went through my LTC health history:

- Day 1, congenital birth condition

- Year 2, speech condition

- Year 8, diabetes

Then, some breathing space for 25 years. The universe must've been on holiday. Let's crack on...

- Year 33, eye conditions

- Year 37, new eye conditions

- Year 44, shoulder condition

A lot of conditions, hey? and far too much detail to offer in one blog post. Some are related to each other but, because I focus on T1D and anything related to it, I rarely bother to mention anything that's not in the diabetes camp. Oh, sure, they impact on me in many different ways but they don't require any intensive management like T1D does. Oddly, despite the hypos putting me under this dark cloud, T1D is something I feel more "ready for the fight" over. It might be because things could escalate and become very bad with diabetes and the complications that it could bring or it might be the prospect of one day having very little to manage (maybe nothing) in later life when it comes to diabetes. It would be sweet to still be around to experience that.

Reading back through this post, it looks pretty bleak. Sorry, I'm usually a very positive and glass half full person. Life can be incredibly good sometimes! I don't need to think for too long to remember and to count my many blessings. Life is also very short and I firmly believe in enjoying myself as much as I can until I head off into the sunset, leaving behind a trail of horrified nurses. I encourage you to do the same (maybe not the nurses) when you can because, diabetes or not, it turns out you only get to do it once.

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Puppy Low

 ...oh, I guess they'll never know! Donny Osmond, I think. Apologies if you read the last blog or even heard about it on the grapevine. I decided it would be better to not publish that particular post in the interests of the personal safety and causing any distress to the victims of that particular group of people. Instead, a complete change of tone with a photo of Billy. Cute, hey?

True, he is cute and a burning ball of nuclear grade energy. As we know, using our own energy burns up that glucose pretty efficiently in most of us and so "Puppy Low" rather than "Puppy Love" seemed like a good title for this post. Sorry, Donny.

Billy arrived during the final week of my Steptember Challenge. I was already exercising a lot more than usual and chalking up a good number of hypos during the first few weeks of the month, at least. This new, very cute, energy sapper really threw a spanner into the works. Very short but high intensity bursts of exercise were sending my BG tumbling. Alongside a different waking and sleeping pattern, it's made for a difficult week with Type 1 Diabetes. I'm adjusting... kind of.

The experience made me wonder about how others cope with different variables thrown into the mix on a frequent basis. Shift workers certainly sprung to mind but I'm sure there are others with equally or more challenging lives. The solution to many of the challenges and life changes which we experience is, of course, technology. I know, a tweak of the Banting Juice might keep things in order, a couple more finger pricks per day might do the trick too. However, for those wild times, the big life changes, the why does my puppy keep on pooping moments, it seems like tech is the answer.

Some of you may have read about a lady who had waited a year for a pump clinic appointment, only to be refused funding at that appointment because of her sleeping issues. Yeah, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry either. Other stories were shared, including a particularly bizarre refusal tale which the lovely Lesley Jordan (from JDRF UK) shared. Take a look, you'll see that on my time line among all the puppy photos. Technology within diabetes should always be burden reducing for us alongside improving or maintaining our long term outlooks. My switch to a pump has vastly improved my T1D burden and, so far, the numbers all suggest that my long term outlook is in a good place. Where would I be without the pump? Struggling, for sure. I certainly wouldn't be trying to walk 250,000 steps while puppying. It could be easier, too! I could be looping and many more highs and lows would be reduced. I'll be a looper, soon enough, I'm in no real hurry.

So, while my hypos have been on the increase, I'm still in a very good place and a place which I can adjust to with the new arrival in the household. Others aren't so fortunate when it comes to accessing the technology which they need. Here is a link to a Twitter poll about hypos. The results are interesting! However, I know of at least two people who are in the replies with huge hypo numbers. Both are fighting for access to a pump and I have one question; Why?

Why are people with (sorry, my friends, no reflection on you) large numbers of hypos having to fight for access to a pump that will almost certainly reduce those dangerous and debilitating events? Are those numbers not raising large red flags and causing fast-tracks to Pumpville? I'm really at a loss. One hypo is a hypo too many and could lead to horrible things happening, including pre-mature death. To minimise those events should surely be a high priority and if many avenues have been explored without success then it's really time to sign off the pump paperwork.

We've seen these types of tech refusals before, of course, in the last 5 or 6 years since Libre hit the radar. It stinks of purse strings and worry about spending rather than offering the best possible care to diabetics - care which will ultimately reduce NHS spending on diabetes related complications. But what about NICE guidelines? What about them?! I don't know about you guys but, NICE don't live my life or manage my diabetes. I know what I need for my best care and to live my best life. Push for the technology which you KNOW will improve your life now and in the future. 

Billy agrees.

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Diabetes & The Vaccine Booster Hypo

Tis the season... for colds, flus and Covid. I imagine that many of you have experienced some kind of seasonal illness by now. Certainly, my own household has been through the usual coughs & colds and I imagine there will be more to come in the months that follow. We all know that colds are just going to happen. Flu, too will hit many and Covid shows no signs of going anywhere anytime soon.

Omicron, the latest Covid variant, seems particularly worrisome. I wasn't aware that things had developed beyond Delta. Time flies with Greek alphabet virus mutations, I guess. I don't know if the latest variant is more worrisome because the media have built it up to be so, if governments & scientists are using it to increase the uptake of boosters, if it's social media driven, if it's truly something to be very concerned about or if nobody knows, not yet at least.

I'm sure we'll know more in the coming weeks. Until then, booster jabs appear to be in high demand. Pre-Omi, it was very easy to book a booster jab appointment. I made one for the following day and only three others were in the queue in my local pharmacy. Yesterday, with news of Omicron plastered across all media, a booking was much harder to come by. An online booking system placed one of my household members at 450th in the queue. Last week, there was no online queue. Fear is a driver of many things... perhaps not T1D management. 

So, I've had the jab and 6 days have passed. I feel reassured by the data which indicates a strong protection against Covid illness for the vaccinated. Although, I'm disappointed by my lack of 5G despite upgrading my phone. I had the Pfizer flavour and it felt the same as my first two jabs; not very painful, no bleeding, just a little tight feeling in the outside of the shoulder. Previously, things had escalated at around 12 hours after the jabs. The shaking, sweating, feeling freezing cold, headaches and generally pretty grotty all arrived on the 12 hour mark. I expected the same and so I settled down for a night of paracetamol, drinks and the adding and removing of clothes. Nothing really happened to that extent. What did happen, was the strongest hypo that I've had for a good 4 or 5 years. 

You're a frequent reader of my waffling, so you already know that I don't get much in the way of hypo symptoms. My BG needs to begin with the number 2 before I'm even moderately aware that something isn't quite right. So, it was with great surprise to feel strange at a little over 4mmol/l - according to my CGM. Alright, I'll eat a few sweets to stop that little drop. 10 minutes later...

BUZZ BUZZ!

The screen was red and the number was 3.8. Now, I'm very grateful for the Diabetes technology that I use. It's saved me from very worrying moments and many lost hours of sleep. In this instance, I think it may have saved me from blue lights and a ride in an ambulance. Before the BUZZ BUZZ, I was feeling very sleepy and I was very close to actually falling asleep - in the back of my mind, I attributed that to the booster jab and I wasn't concerned. I'd just eaten some sweets and felt fine after all! Had I fallen asleep then I fear the outcome could've been very bad.

Let's try a finger prick

3.6 mmol/l

Few things, outside of caffeine, will stir me faster than a hypo. The shovelling of Squashies into my mouth began. I will eat three at once when low. I know that's pretty much 10g of carbs and it's easy to keep track of. I noticed, hand delving in to the packet, that I was shaking. What on earth is this!? A shaky hypo, like it's 1996? a very retro symptom.

BUZZ BUZZ DO DO, BE DO BE DO, DO DOOOO

What a cheerful sound; the sound of my CGM alerting me to a severe low. BG - 3.0 mmol/l.

At this stage, I'm swearing and eating. Sweareating? Eatcursing? Munchfuc*ery? Whatever, the Squashies were going in at pace, washed down with a tube of Glucogel.

I was soaked. Every inch of my body was sweating. I felt a combination of shock and delight. I have hypo symptoms! I can't wait to tell everybody! - Oh, yes, let's concentrate on staying alive first. My lips were numb and, as I stood to get more hypo treats from the kitchen, I noticed that my legs weren't really working. Wow! It's like every hypo symptom that I'd missed in the last 4 or 5 years had decided to visit, all at once.

Finger prick - 2.8 mmol/l

Alright, now I need help. I was alone, at home, with my son who was busy doing some gaming thing. I couldn't really walk and felt the safest option would be to call him. He brought a large glass of juice to me while I ate half a chocolate log, shaking and not able to communicate very well.

Another 15 minutes passed during which I found I was reminding myself that my pump was suspended, no insulin was going in, I had approx' 3000g of carbs on my side, it was going to be alright. 

It was, of course and eventually all that glucose lit the blue touch paper. I felt terrible and had the prospect of the booster jab side effects to come. They arrived, in the middle of the night, alongside a gut-rot which had me begging for the merciful release of death. 

6 days on, I've read some tweets by fellow T1Ds who have experienced a lot of lows since their booster jab. Maybe it's a thing? or it could just be a coincidence. To suddenly have such strong hypo symptoms, following much improved BGs (thanks to pumping) seems utterly strange. I hope they stay for a while and it wasn't just a fleeting visit. Horrible as they are, they are a great natural warning that something is wrong.

Do get your vaccine booster if you've yet to have yours. And maybe keep your hypo treats close by, just in case.

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The Cost of Hypos

Do you remember the "sugar tax" of a few years ago? Our favourite sugary drinks, the life-saving drinks which we used to treat hypos, suddenly became less sweet. Lucozade, Ribena, Vimto and the other teeth rotters became less attractive or pointless if you wanted to treat a low blood sugar. Lucozade clung on to a good chunk of its glucose but it was still much reduced, meaning more would need to be consumed (and bought) to treat a hypo than before the days of the sugar tax.

Today, news reports have highlighted that an independent review of the food that we eat should be subjected to further taxes, specifically sugary and salty food, and vegetables should be prescribed on the NHS.

The story is here if you'd like to read through it.

That story aside, it has made me wonder what the cost of hypos are. I don't mean the physical exhaustion, stress and anxiety. I'm talking cash, moolah, filthy lucre. Just how much does a hypo cost? In an ideal world, nothing. Gluco Gels are available on prescription and assuming you only need 30g of carbs (3 x 10g tubes of glucose) to treat your hypos per month (my allowance) then you're golden, hypos will cost you nothing as a Type 1 Diabetic. Meanwhile, back in the real world, here are my hypo stats for 2021 so far:

At the half way point of the year (183 days, 26 weeks) I'd had a grand total of  74 low blood glucose events.  That's just under 3 per week. Of course, that fluctuates depending on a seemingly infinite number of variables but let's assume an average of 3 per week, rather than the days before CGM alerts when my hypo numbers were almost double that amount.

Hypo treatments and their costs will vary. I don't eat and drink the same thing in the same amounts for each hypo. So, what's the most common treat for me? Squashies and Lucozade! Let's do some pricing up:

4 x 330ml bottles of Lucozade are £2.70 (68p per bottle)

1 x packet of Squashies is £1.00

I conservatively estimate that I will drink half a bottle of Lucozade and eat around a quarter of a packet of Squashies for a hypo. Again, that will vary depending on many things but as an average I think that's a reasonably conservative amount. An average hypo is costing me:

34p in Lucozade

25p in Squashies

59p is no big deal, right?

3 hypos per week, though. Alright, £1.77 per week. 

Oh, £92.04 per year.

I've had T1D for almost 37 years. £3,405.48

Perhaps I'll still be here in another 37 years. £6,810.96

Remember that my hypo frequency was once double what it currently is? Yikes!

Suddenly hypos are starting to look like expensive events, over the course of my life. I could probably buy a weeks' groceries for what I spend treating a hypo over a year. And now a proposed extra sugar tax of 15% - 25%?

I know that my hypo events are a tiny number compared to some. I wonder how much your hypos are costing you? and do you agree with the proposed new sugar and salt tax? Let me know.

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Use The Force

 

Do you ever look at a meal, a plate of food, a snack and just know what the carb count is? Maybe you've gone a step further? Not only do you know the carb count but you know exactly what to bolus and when to bolus to get your blood glucose back into range, soon after you've eaten.

Do you sit there, feeling all smug like some kind of diabetic Yoda? Good! You probably should. Diabetes is work and getting things right is something to celebrate.

I think we "use the force" in many aspects of life, particularly health. I'm willing to bet that some of you have guessed what dose of pain relief you needed for a headache. One paracetamol... two... maybe two with a couple of Ibuprofen, a few hours later. Wow! it worked. The headache is gone. Headache Jedi, we are. (sorry)

I'm not sure Obi Wan & co. can take the credit for our health treatment successes. I think this is because we know our bodies and how they react. Sometimes we make conscious decisions about our health and sometimes things just seem to go into autopilot. Sadly, as we age and get more experience of ill health I think we retain a subconscious knowledge which we call upon when treating common ailments or, indeed a chronic condition such as diabetes which we've become conditioned to living with.

You might refer to the bolus doses and carb counts as guesses but, after a while with diabetes, I'm not sure that's entirely true. All those meals and injections (or pumps), the maths, getting it right or wrong and the information presented to us or felt by us physically - does it just vanish or is some of it stored inside our heads beyond memories of the events? Easy, Diabetic Dad, this is getting deep.

Take hypos. (Please take them!?). We're told what to consume when we're below a certain level of blood glucose. If you're dropping 0.1mmol every 5 minutes and you've just crept into the red zone then sure, you might stick to the rules and eat the recommended amount of carbs because you know you're not in any real danger. If you're dropping 0.5mmol every 1 minute, you're shaking, rapidly heading south and your back looks like a waterfall then you're unlikely to be sticking to the rules because you're not thinking clearly, you might be panicking and hypo hunger is a real thing sometimes! Yet, you probably realise that you're in greater danger at that stage. You probably realise that counting out 6 Jelly Babies isn't very important. You probably realise the only number that needs to be given any attention is the one on your BG meter or CGM. Let the feasting commence! That may have happened to you previously. It's certainly happened to me; a time where little thought or brain power is used, it's all action and a carb frenzy. Then you feel better. Later you're a little high but you're not in danger so your brain drops out of survival mode and you calculate your insulin correction dose. Of course, some of you might be lucky enough to have the technology which informs you of you insulin on board, the speed of the decline of your blood glucose and how many fast acting carbs you'll need to consume. But... perhaps you have that tech and you still go overboard because of survival autopilot.

I know I've used the words "You" and "Your" and "You're" several times, there. That is just a generalisation of what some people living with diabetes might have done, including me. I do dislike talking about the diabetes of others in a way which must reflect my lived experience. That would just be terribly wrong of me.

Moving on! and to conclude, I think we as people with diabetes, regardless of type, are under tremendous stress and we carry a huge burden by simply living with our condition. The number of additional decisions made per day, compared to a person without diabetes, is huge. Those decisions require brain power which can sometimes be utterly exhausting. I think it's entirely normal to sometimes trust in your instincts, subconsciously act and "use the force" to act or react in regards to your diabetes management.

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Hobnobs in Hiding pt.2

 

Did you ever have a bad experience with alcohol? Or perhaps you ate at a particular restaurant and got sick. Did you then spend a while, avoiding that drink or that meal? Maybe you've never eaten or drunk something since the time you were left with no option but to bark into the toilet bowl, soon after. I don't blame you. That's exactly how I feel about Hobnobs but only the original ones. Cover them in chocolate (as seen above) and I'm more than happy to ruin my blood glucose for them. There is nothing wrong with the biscuits, per se, it all stems back to my childhood memories of them.

Hopefully you've read part one of this blog already. If not, just click/tap that link and catch up.

After feeding David hundreds of biscuits and probably tens of thousands of extra calories, hiding Hobnobs in school desks, school bins and my heavily policed home bin, you might think that enough was enough when it was time to start Secondary School. Wrong! A new term, a new school, new classmates, new biscuit hiding challenges! We go again! Raaaaaar!

Initially, I tried my old route of palming off my silver foiled packets of snacks to David. Things had changed. David was less keen to be given food. Perhaps he thought I considered him some kind of charity case, starving for my daily crumby offerings. In addition, the "big school" was exactly that and David wasn't always in my class and had made new friends. Dammit! It was time for a new plan.

The school bins were an option for me on some days. On others, I was a long way from any form of bin and had to take my Hobnobs home but not to deposit in the home bin. I'd already learned my lesson about dumping things there! In my wisdom I decided to hide these little packets under my bed. How very child-like! but, then I was only 11. If you're wondering how many Hobnobs will fit under a child's single bed then the answer is several hundred.

That worked well for a while until the day came for my mum to vacuum my room. Let's call this "H-Day".

I'd like to describe an almighty telling off, here. Something to big-up the drama of that moment. All bloggers use some artistic licence, right? That didn't happen. I was asked "Why?" and my response, blurted out without any real thought: "I don't like them any more".

I mean, it wasn't a lie! but it wasn't the whole truth, either. I didn't want to be the focus of attention, I didn't want to be different, I didn't want to be more different, I was already different. Even at 11, I thought that conversation wasn't something I and my parents were ready for. I didn't want to worry or upset them as much as I didn't want to confess my "weakness".

Finally, things changed. That was the last time I would handle Hobnobs, unwillingly ever again. I was sent to school with a juice box instead. That was perfect. The other kids would drink juice, cola, anything with lots of sugar during the morning, between the first and second lesson. I was fitting in!

The impacts of this time only became apparent as I got older. I lost countless hours in class and in education because of feeling hypo. For around 4 years (before things stopped) I was having a pretty bad hypo, two or three days per week in the hour before lunch at school. At one stage, I collapsed in school, during a PE lesson of Badminton. I had a huge seizure, bit my tongue and had to spend a week at home to recover. Even that incident didn't make me eat my snacks! By now, my friends were old enough and "safe" enough to know that I have diabetes. I still refused to tell them. The badminton incident was chalked down to me falling over and hitting my head, again, not a total lie! I certainly hit my head and fell over.

I decided to blog about this little period in my life because of Eating Disorders Awareness Week. I like to discuss my blog ideas with friends, in advance and we agreed that this might be more accurately described as Disordered Eating or even Disordered Diabetes! Let's go with the former, the latter might light some fires.

The stress, of varying intensities, at that time was frequent. Handling a new chronic illness diagnosis as a child is bad enough. How about a side-order of social anxiety and feeling terrible from hypoglycemia? 

I feel lucky. That period in my life could've easily escalated into something much worse. I did carry some of this behaviour into my teens and early adulthood but to a far less dangerous extent.

As an adult, I wonder how this might have been avoided. My conclusion is psychological support. Each person, regardless of age, should be offered support following news of a life changing diagnosis. If I could've normalised and processed the news of diabetes, I'm certain that this behaviour would not have happened. That may have resulted in an easier childhood and a different path as an adult. 

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