Should diabetics marry

Today Olli writes how she got to know her “partner for life” and why she cannot part with him.

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In the end, I sometimes feel like I'm having some kind of relationship / marriage with my diabetes. Yes, I know ... it sounds crazy, but I am an imaginative person and have just written down here for you what a "marriage" with type 1 diabetes could look like. Maybe I can put a smile on the face of one or the other with the short story for five minutes and forget about all the diabetes stress. Being a diabetic is in good German: Saublöd !! But let's see the whole thing with a bit of humor and imagination, even if only for a few minutes, then a story like this one can emerge: Title: HE+ I = an endless "love"! *(...): The sentences in brackets and italics are my thoughts on the previous section / text / sentence.

Our first meeting!

I first met him in March 2005. There was HEsuddenly and told me: “I belong to you now. Forever! "" Yes of course, forever. That would suit you so ”, I thought to myself. (At that point in time I hadn't quite understood that his "forever" was really meant like that.)His name is Diabetes, Type 1 Diabetes. Mentioning that was important to him because he didn't want to be confused with other types and to make it clear that he is number 1. (It sounds a bit like I met a nobleman when I was 11 years old… in the hospital. This story would have been more exciting than mine.)But further in the text: The two of us were not completely unknown to each other. From the first to the fourth grade I was in elementary school with a classmate (whom I would like to say hello to). But it was no ordinary classmate because he is type 1 diabetic. In elementary school I noticed a little what it means to be a type 1 diabetic. In my (children's) eyes it wasn't a "bad" illness and therefore I wasn't afraid of it. He was always fine. I didn't really know my way around down to the smallest detail. For example, when my classmate got an insulin pump and couldn't be in school for a while, I thought that some kind of air pump would be built into him. Yes, that's how I was. Always very imaginative and only 9 years old, you can still think of something like that. ☺ But now back to the hospital and my diagnosis in March 2005.

My first impression!

So there he was, my first "friend". Had taken quite a surprise HEme. Just came by and expected that I would now find him great too. Well, I didn't curse him, but to say that I was blown away wouldn't be right either. Because I got a lot of new things at the beginning, such as measuring devices, colorful pens, tags, etc., it all distracted me quite well. Many friends came to visit me and marveled at all of my new equipment. In a way, I was cool because I had something that the others didn't. (I believe that through this positive first period I never developed a bad relationship with my diabetes. Sure, I thought pricks and syringes were stupid, but I realized relatively quickly that this is the case and that diabetes now belongs to me.)After about two weeks I left the hospital with my new, unwanted "friend". The "great love" comes when you at least expect it ... or something like that. Had Easter and a planned vacation HE, my new friend - who has already messed up diabetes, me and my family. (And to be honest, my parents didn't like him from the start, which is still the case today. ;))

The first year!

These are my fingers, regarding: 1 year finger prick = done! 🙂

The first year was of course quite a challenge. There were good times with great blood sugar levels, but also really bad times with illness and all the trimmings. If you look at it that way, my “first great love” was and has never been the partner you want by your side. Has in sickness HEI was more disturbed than supported and otherwise, in everyday life, was HEno help to me. After the first year, it was decided relatively quickly. I'm getting married (I got an insulin pump). (I was very happy about this good news at the time.) I was promised that the "wedding" would make my everyday life easier for me. I would no longer have to stick to fixed meal times and, by and large, everything just sounded like improvement.

The wedding!

When the time had finally come and I got to know my insulin pump, the diabetic henchman, so to speak, I was really happy. But from that day on a lot changed and after a year of diabetes and at the age of almost 12 I also realized that it really means "forever!". (It sounds funny when I can say that I haven't slept in my bed alone for a day since 2006.) I always have someone by my side, whether wanted or unwanted, but HE, the diabetes, represented by my insulin pump, is always there. I also have to say that with the pump the good times finally returned. Sure, there were also bad times, but I noticed that things change with the "marriage", but it doesn't always have to be bad. For example, the annoying syringes were taken away from me and I felt and still feel that the need to change the cannula every two days is a luxury. Not HEaccepted me, but I accepted him and that's how it should be. HEwanted me and got me, but I want my life and I live that too. ☺

The first years + addition to the family!

The first years passed and HE,I didn't even notice the diabetes anymore. (My parents still hate him, of course, but what should they do: love is love.) Everything just ran side by side until one day something happened. Our meeting at that time (2005, in the hospital) was a shock and you don't want to be introduced to the “love of your life” like that. But I think there is simply no “right” time for something like this. As if it wasn't enough that HEForced marriage to herself, his pesky sister pulled off the same thing with my brother in 2012. Except that he wasn't 11 years old and somehow could make everyone laugh with his cool new gadgets. In retrospect, I can say that I saw this day as the "beast“, My brother's diabetes moved in with us, will never be forgotten. I think as well as I got on with my "marriage" and built my life, the more I felt sorry for my brother. (In retrospect, I would almost describe my brother's diagnosis day as "worse" than my own diagnosis day. At the time I put it away easily. But if you've been doing something like this for years, sometimes showing it more, sometimes less, and know how stupid it is, you feel all the more sorry that someone you love has all of this ahead of them. )If I had been able, I would have taken in the stupid "Zimtzicke", which besieged my brother, with me on the spot. (By this I mean, if it were possible, I would also take type 1 diabetes from my brother so that he can continue "normally".) Unfortunately, that's not how the “game” works.

Anniversaries and resumes!

This year we celebrated 10 years of "getting to know each other" (10 years of type 1 diabetes) and next year then 10 years of "marriage" (10 years of pump wearer). Really weird when I think about it. We never have and will never have such an intimate “love relationship”. More like the motto “Do what you can't help” we show ourselves our limits often enough and I will never forget him - great Indian word of honor !! HEis and remains “The love of my life! ♥ “... in a very special way. Actually it says “You will only find the real love of your life once.” Then I was lucky again that only me diabetes found me and not me HIM. If you are also stuck in a tumultuous marriage or have just been confronted with the "love of your life", feel free to share your story with everyone else in a comment. Maybe it is, a little, possible to accept or process your diagnosis differently, because after all we are all in the same boat. P.S .: While writing this article, my beloved "husband" made himself felt again and wanted my full attention by giving me a blood sugar value of 22.0 mmol / l (396 mg / dl). Oh, how I love his very special "gifts" ...