I’m not gonna lie because I’ve been pretty naff keeping up to date with my blog. Between working and uni it’s rare for me to have a spare few minutes.

Life in general has been okay. Uni is a massive stress but I think most people would agree with that. Work is standard work. Diabetes is still there and Patch and Vernon are still going strong.

Cellnovo have recently released new stickers for the pump and handset which I should be receiving soon and I don’t know what I’m more excited about delivery days or Christmas. Never in my life did I think I would be able to embrace my condition as much as I have. I would never say that it defines who I am but it has made one hell of a difference.

My job involves meeting new people each day and the amount I see who are Type 1 excites me. Knowing that there are people out there who have been through the countless injections, blood tests and finger pricks is reassuring. Being able to tell those younger than me that it gets better and that they’ll be okay – because lets face it we’re all pretty badass dealing with this – is actually quite rewarding.

Within the past few months and dealing with a crap load of stress really puts things into perspective. There are days where diabetes wins, where I can’t move because I feel so rough. Waking up at stupid o’clock because I’m low knowing full well I could rebound so need to stay awake or set an alarm is a killer. But even after all of this there are so many bonuses! The excitement you get when your HBA1C comes back improved, the joy of being in your target range, how proud you can make other people because of how strong you are. Okay so life dealt a shittyish hand but there are so many worse hands to be dealt and I honestly feel quick lucky to be given this one. I don’t want to make a change to the world and yes a cure would be nice but right now I’m okay, I’m alive and loved and what more could I want?

And so it begins….

There are three email accounts on my phone and the emails I usually receive are junk ones. In November, however, there was one email I received which I’d been waiting for. On November 3rd it was decided that I would get the pump and in December the deed was done.

One of the hardest decisions I had to make was whether or not to get the pump. Having something constantly attached to me, always inside me doesn’t sound very appealing. I’ve never liked the idea but when I wasn’t seeing single figures for my sugar levels something changed.

I’m not going to lie, Since getting the pump it hasn’t been easy. I’m still high a lot of the time but I’m slowly getting there, my knowledge has improved and Christmas just gone was the first in 4 years where I’ve had single figures for the entire day. And to be honest having something attached to you all the time isn’t that bad – until you forget where it is and rip it out with your clothes!

I do feel a bit like a ninja when it comes to site changes – takes me a total of 5 minutes now! My BG is checked more than twice a day and there’s no way of me forgetting to inject.

Knowing that you rely on a box is a little depressing and the thought of people I know seeing it still makes me a bit uncomfortable, but to be honest the only opinions that matter are from those who don’t give a s**t. They don’t ask questions all the time like ‘how are you feeling?’ and they smile when you see the reading of 7.6.

So really I guess I have to thank Patch and Vernon (they’re the names of my pumps) for making me confident with my illness and helping me feel so much better!

Frederick Banting

National diabetes day! Makes sense to do a new post today right? I have to start by thanking Mr Banting, the first person noted to use insulin on humans, without him where would we be! Although the injections can be a pain they are lifesaving and they help me to achieve so many things each day. 

Today has been a day of realisation for me. People go through a lot without showing it and make it seem as if they are perfectly fine. Sometimes you just need to tell people you’re there, squeeze their hand or just give them a smile. I’m lucky enough to have so many people around me doing this on days where I just want to throw my insulin across the room. Days like today make you realise what you have around you and I can’t thank all my friends and family enough for what they’ve done over the last few years.

Thank you to the people who have given me tough love. When a friend reminded me of how bad I was at the beginning, not wanting to constantly test my sugars and having to get them to do the injections when I didn’t want to, well thank you. Thank you for waking me up and helping me through a really crap time.  

Every time I meet someone there’s always that awkward moment when you need to tell them you’re diabetic and ask if they’re ok with needles. This year I’ve made new friends who frankly couldn’t care about the diabetes and care about me as a person so thank you. 

It’s easy to get swept away with diabetes. Laughing at those who ask “can you eat that?”, crying when you hit a nerve with a needle, smiling when you realise how bloody lucky you are. Days like today are when you need to remember these things and say thank you. To all my friends and family, who make it so much easier to get through, thank you.  

Hello world!

IMG_6182 (2).PNGPrick it Pump it is a blog about type 1 diabetes or those who are pancreatically challenged.
Over time I have encountered different doctors, nurses, consultant, friends, support and love. I want to give an insight into the life of a diabetic. Prove stereotypes wrong, show daily struggles and provide support for others. The emotional roller coaster is causes and what this does to the people around me. I will be honest about everything from my diagnosis story to everyday life. There will be information, tips and hints, and plenty of jokes! Enjoy x