My pancreas is a mess. There’s a cancerous mass in its head. It’s begun to do a poor job of parceling out insulin. At 5′ 9″ and 170 pounds I find myself with Type 2 diabetes.
When first tested my blood hemoglobin level was over 400. It should be in the 90s. To the ER. Stat!
That night my blood sugar was stabilized with insulin. I already had IVs in both hands. What’s another liquid in the flow?
After seeing an endocrinologist, insulin has been prescribed on a daily basis. Depending on my eating schedule I dose myself three or four times a day. I punch my belly and inject within a few inches of my navel.
When most people hear about my insulin injections and daily lancet poking they cringe. No one is a bigger pussy than me. It seriously doesn’t hurt! Not even a little.
Insulin injections have been mechanized and simplified so much you have to go out of your way to screw it up!
Unlike a flu shot or other intramuscular injection this only has to break the skin. I use #30 needles — tiny as they get. Having to do this the rest of my life would be no big deal… no worse than swallowing a pill.
However, insulin is expensive. My two prescriptions ran close to $1,000 of which I paid $50ish.
The goal at the moment is to get my blood sugar level to 130. I’ve been upping the dose every four or five days trying to find the sweet spot.
The last few days were in the 140s, today low 150s. I started with 14 units. As of today it’s 20, but this might be where we settle.
Of course, my pancreas will be radically different by Thursday afternoon. Stay tuned.