Saturday, February 4, 2012
I had developed diabetic ketoacidosis after a long bout with hyperglycemia and I was about 3 inches away from a coma and about 9 inches away from death when my wife had finally had enough of me insisting I would get better while my body insisted on exponentially getting worse and she took me to the hospital. I was in bad shape and while I was there the doctors figured out I had pneumonia and H1N1 (swine) flu on top of my blood glucose and ketone issues. While there I was formally introduced to insulin analogs and the subsequent injections after having refused to use or even admit that I needed to use them for the years since I was diagnosed with diabetes.
So I am unique. My body won't process glucose like a normal person's body does. There are extra things I have to do to stay alive. Injecting insulin analogs into my body at least four times a day is one of many of those extra things. Riding my bike is another and one I enjoy immensely more. Almost every time I ride, I ride by the Riverton Hospital. Almost every ride is a flashback. A reminder. It reminds me of how when I went home I couldn't make it up the three steps from the garage to the kitchen door without taking a break to catch my breath and work up the energy to make it another step. It reminds me of the cramp in my right leg bicep that resulted from that three step climb.
It's only been a couple of stints on the trainer this week and I have missed being out on the road more. My season has started and with that, I have started "training" for it. Training sounds great until you actually start doing it. Then it hurts. The other night I wanted to vomit and pass out while my wife was helping time me on intervals of 10 speeds. She told me "don't quit." Strong words. But my wife understands the do or do not. She understands the extra things. She understands the do or die. When I was done doing on the trainer and could make it back upstairs, I checked my blood glucose. It was 90mg/dL. I almost felt like a normal person. Almost normal. Almost.
Posted by Steve Wilson