
My dead pancreas: 'My diabetes diagnosis is celebrating its 20th birthday'
My dead pancreas: 'My diabetes diagnosis is celebrating its 20th birthday'
I inject myself roughly eight times a day and I dont always behave myself around doughnuts or fried cheese, writes Caitrona Daly.
By Caitrona Daly Saturday 20 May 2017, 7:30 PM
May 20th 2017, 7:30 PM 19,437 Views 34 Comments
Caitrona Daly Playwright, blogger and type one diabetic
I WAS DIAGNOSED with type one diabetes in May 1997. Maths geniuses out there may now have surmised that my diagnosis is celebrating its 20th birthday and I felt I should probably mark it in some way, given that on its tenth birthday I was probably too busy drinking Tesco vodka in a UCD bathroom.
Because, yes, diabetics like to get drunk too. We like to gorge on doughnuts, get high on yokes, and eat a Dominoes meal for three in a single sitting.
The difference is that if Im not careful I could legitimately die.
I fully accept that a perfectly healthy human being could also die from any or all of these activities. The main difference for a diabetic is that it would be like playing a football match when you dont have a foot, or feet for that matter. Hence, youd probably just fall over, cry a little and then, be forcefully removed from the playing field.
I like to use analogies a lot when I talk about diabetes. This is mainly because nobody seems to really know what its about, except that it means youre fat.
I am slightly overweight at best; I am not fat. This did not, however, save me from the complexities that come with being a teenager who has diabetes.
I realised early on that every time I informed someone of my
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