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Hello Fellow Pumpers
Yesterday I went shopping with mixed feelings. I needed a black suit to
attend the many memorials and services which will surely be part of the Fall
Sad, but grateful, and here is why.
In March I broke my tibia and fibula on my way home from the dentist, less
than a block away. Just before leaving home I had packed my bag and checked
all my supplies: 2 meters and new strips, batteries, infusion sets etc.
the whole nine yards. My thinking was that after my root canal was done, I
could finally sit back and relax . All my D related chores were done.
Two hours later I was in an ambulance having slipped on the slushy sidewalk
and I new I had a bad fracture. Thoughts of losing my leg came to my mind,
after all I have severe neuropathy, I already have a Charcot foot (other
leg) and my right dangling lower leg was now a mess. Then something strange
happened. I thought: I have to keep my BG under perfect control. I never
thought I could do this before even with the pump, but Sherry from Bowling
Green had just started sharing on IP how she was tightening her control in
order to have a baby and many pumpers had shared their happy experiences
with tight control and pregnancies, so I decided. MY LEG IS MY BABY. If
Sherry can do it, (tight control) I can too. I started testing right in the
ambulance and was 75. I asked for the glucose tabs in my pocketbook and took
two. The paramedic called in to the hospital to say that he had a diabetic
who knew what she was doing and again I thought of IP and the messages I had
received at different times from other pumpers when I had problems with
being heard by medical professionals.: Take charge!! So I did. The whole
IP list was in my head that day and it was a powerful force.
I was no longer afraid of the doctors-all of them unknown to me previously
as I was taken to a hospital far from my endo's practice. I stayed in
charge through the first and second casting albeit screaming my head off.
I stayed in charge through the subsequent surgery where a rod and two screws
were inserted in my leg. I stayed in charge through the following months of
physiotherapy not hesitating to fire a therapist because he was not showing
up on time. And guess what? I healed normally, the Charcot foot which had
been deformed after a break in 1992 had now rehaped itself so I could get
out of my orthopedic shoes and into regular shoes and sneakers. And so my
leg healed as I worked out one hour a day and I walked one mile each
afternoon. My insulin needs have changed dramatically over the summer and I
will review my Basal Rates with my endo next week (I recently came off the
glucose sensor) and I will share whatever may be of help to other pumpers.
Now you know that though I now own a somber suit and somber (but not
orthopedic) shoes to go about the business of grieving there remains
enormous joy and gratitude in my heart. Thank you, friends. for your
Type 1 47 years
Minimed 507 3 years
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