I originally wrote this post some time ago, but the words couldn’t ring truer, particularly when I think about my own blood sugars this weekend.
In an ideal world, my meter would produce a magical 5.5 while I’m fasting.
In an ideal world, I could select any spot on my stomach for the placement of an infusion site.
In an ideal world, my blood sugars would respond to potatoes in exactly the same fashion as yoghurt.
In an ideal world, I could fall asleep knowing that my blood sugar will stay stable all through the night.
In an ideal world, I could go for a walk and not worry about my blood sugar dropping.
In an ideal world, I wouldn’t have to worry about rage bolusing every time I’m sick or I’m stressed.
In an ideal world, my levels would steadily rise and then fall back into line after I eat.
In an ideal world, my blood sugar wouldn’t be affected by protein or fat.
In an ideal world, I would be able to feel every oncoming hypo.
In an ideal world, my basal insulin needs would be identical through each hour of the day and the night.
In an ideal world, a diabetes healthcare professional would spend a whole day with me if need be.
In an ideal world, I would have been encouraged to consider technology by my diabetes team.
In an ideal world, everyone who wishes to use an insulin pump would have one.
In an ideal world, a Continuous Glucose Monitor would be subsidised for those who want to use one.
In an ideal world, insulin wouldn’t be so fucking expensive.
In an ideal world, insulin wouldn’t keep getting more fucking expensive.
In an ideal world, access to medication and basic healthcare wouldn’t be determined by my location or income.
In an ideal world, diabetes and pharmaceutical companies would have the best interests of people living with diabetes at heart.
In an ideal world, I would be excited about the artificial pancreas systems hitting the market next year.
In an ideal world, nobody would feel isolated or different for having diabetes.
In an ideal world, I would have perfect management of my diabetes.
In an ideal world, blog writers who have diabetes wouldn’t find it necessary to use foul language (use of the f-word) in their blogs! I’m surprised at you, Frank. You gain nothing, it adds nothing of value to the blog and lowers the tone of what I have always regarded as a reasonably, well-written blog!
PS my pancreas blew up nearly fifty years ago when I was 30 and my son was only 6 months old!
Hi Chris, I do apologise if my choice of words have offended you. I always aim to be as honest as I can when expressing my feelings towards diabetes around here, but I will be mindful of my language in future and try to keep this a friendly place 😉
In an ideal world when donors give money for type1 cure research it would go to type1 cure research. Less then 8% currently goes to type1 cure the rest goes to some where else.