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Confession time

Okay, I have a confession to make.

I'm really not good at checking my blood sugar and keeping up with my Cystic Fibrosis Related Diabetes.

I have a really good perception of what my blood sugars are doing and can easily tell when they are high or low. I also know the typical pattern my blood sugars take.  And even though it doesn't take that long to check my levels, it's one more thing to think about. One more thing to keep track of. One more thing to have to remember. I have a diabetes appointment today, and honestly, I don't even know when the last time I checked my sugars at a normal time was (except for yesterday because I was trying to get numbers in my machine).When I can tell so easily when I'm low or high, it's no motivation to say that my health is suffering from not having those numbers, because it's not. It's also no motivation to say that the doctor could help me better if he had the data, because he really doesn't know how to help my CFRD. Because there's so little research about it, I've tried pretty much every diabetes medicine out there without much success. Now, I do a little bit of insulin in the morning, but my sugars are far from perfect.

It's no excuse that I'm not more on top of my CFRD. I know that it should become more of a priority. It's just so hard to focus on it when I am so bogged down with other more important stuff related to my health, like fitting in breathing treatments, gaining weight, taking my pills, and doing IV antibiotics. I'm not excited to go to my appointment this morning because I feel like it's a giant waste of time, but I have to have an endocrinologist, so I must go to the appointment. I don't know what the answer is to fixing my diabetes problem or how to make CFRD a bigger part of my health concerns, but I know I've got to get better about checking my sugars.


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