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I remember early this year my old Diabetes Nurse asked me if I planned to have children. I said I would one day, but that it wouldn't be on the cards for a good while yet. We had a generic conversation about the impact of Type One on pregnancy and how difficult it can be to manage. I didn't really think much of it - I had been told a few years ago that I would struggle to conceive naturally and that I would need to 'get on with it' sooner rather than later if I wanted to try

So, where to begin? I once again have completely neglected this site and I am sorry. I have a pretty good excuse though as the last 5 months have just been a whirlwind of massive change. Rewind back to August, I took the plunge and moved 100 miles to be with my partner. I packed up my life (including my horse!) and went for it. After a couple of weeks off to settle in, I started at a new Prison which annoyingly I am growing to hate. As regular readers will know, my period giv

I am trying to mentally prepare myself for a week of nights. We only get one or two sets per year, but they are KILLER. It's seven night shifts of just under 12 hours... I am feeling quite anxious about them as this will be my first set since starting on Insulin. We get the following week off, but it usually takes me until Thursday to start feeling normal again. I am worried about how the change in routine will impact on my management. I am going to try and make my meals as '

I ended up feeling so guilty the other day... I was frustrated that my Medical Exemption Certificate STILL hadn't come through the post. Depending which Pharmacist was in my local surgery, I was sporadically being charged for prescriptions. I've got a stack of prescription receipts that I need to claim back. I was getting p*ssed off because initially the surgery didn't know which GP to get to sign my form. Then they lost the form and asked me to come in and do another one. Th

Today is my 1-month anniversary of being diagnosed with the BIG D. To celebrate, I treated myself to a trip to the Diabetes Clinic on my rest day. It was just a check-up on how I'm doing, but I have to say I feel really good after seeing them again. The DSN said that I am managing it 'tightly' 💪🏻. I feel like I deserve a gold star and a lollipop. The fatigue I've been feeling is completely normal - Diabetes is a physical and mental drain so she said to give myself a break.

No, not that kind of high... I caved and had pizza for dinner (I know!) I thought I was being semi-responsible and I left all of the crusts. Before bed, my glucose was at 12.2mmol/l which doesn't seem that high compared to my readings before. However, where my body is getting used to lower glucose levels, it was not happy. I had a pounding headache, was sweating and felt so irritated. I didn't end up dropping off until gone 2am. When I woke up around 7am, I felt like I had be

The first week was easy. I was signed off sick for three weeks and told not to drive for a week whilst I saw how my body would react to the Insulin. I moved back home with mum for a while so she could keep an eye on me. I was started on 4 units of Humalog (bolus) with each meal and 6 units of Abasaglar at night (basal). Within 24 hours, I started to realise just how crap I had been feeling. I had more energy and I was much less irritable and cranky. On the third day I was out

I got my referral through really quickly. My GP appointment was on the Tuesday and I was in the clinic by the Friday. I had no idea what to expect. I had read that they would assess my feet. Me being me, I ensured I painted my toenails, just in case... I had been feeling quite run down, but I put that down to my mind playing tricks on me now that I was labelled as 'unwell'. I looked at the symptoms of Diabetes and began to realise that I had actually been suffering with a lot

When I went for my first blood test, the nurse was horrible! I hadn't realised that I needed to be referred for the blood test by a GP as their app allowed me to just book in. She made me feel stupid and like a hypochondriac as I didn't have a Doctor's approval to be sat in that chair. When I argued that the app should be clearer, she agreed to do the test 'just this once', and proceeded to stab me in the arm leaving me with a lovely bruise. Two days later, I leave work to nu

Rewind back to 2018... In September I started a new journey after leaving my career in Marketing to pursue something a little different. I joined Her Majesty's Prison Service and was going to train to be a Prison Officer. In October, I went off to Prison College (yes, there is such a thing) for a 10-week residential course. At the time, I was engaged and very unhappy. My brother was moving to Australia, so me and my partner were meant to be moving into his flat. I felt really