I still don't accept it, nothing happens.Many days I wake up after being dreaming that everything that happened after the debut was nothing more than a dream.I wake up, I play the Dexcom from my back to confirm that it is real and it comes a very bad feeling that runs through my whole body.
What do I have to accept?Accept that I am a chronic patient with an incurable disease that has a torture treatment of 100 years ago?Accept that I spent overnight having an iron health and a great physical form, to have to take a transparent liquidillo everywhere without which I die horrible?Accept that I can't have the work with which I have dreamed all my life?Accept that my life expectancy has been reduced?What can I develop another autoimmune?What can I be blind, helpless, organ problems, loss of sensitivity, amputations ...?What little by little am I rot inside inevitably?
I do not accept anything or I think I ever accept it.A family says that I twist unnecessarily, but it is my way to move forward.
Because if I accept everything I have said, I prefer to load the ball with 60 units and sleep.
Type 1 diabetics have no choice but to bend our heads to this disease, this slow and incessant torture makes us submissive.24 hours, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, we are slaves of a number, a number that dominates and conditions our life.
Hopefully the day comes that some researcher ends this and we can finally raise their heads, that after 100 years, it will be time.
At the moment I have already made my decision, I do not accept anything that has happened to me, and I still fight and doing the same thing I did before.
The consequences, future complications, give me exactly the same at this point, I will not lose the best years of my life for having a longer miserable life.
How comfortable I have heard.It is that one of the first things after the diagnosis that an educator told me is "you must accept what happened to you and your new life."I better not tell you my reaction.