Can tomorrow be the first day of the rest of my life?

You know that scientifically proven law that applies in all sorts of situations - eg if you drop buttered toast it always lands on its paws? (Or in my case slices of overpriced cardboard wtth unnamed vegetable extract - oh how I miss gluten and dairy).  Well. it happened to me yesterday.  Which although was technically a day of my life, I have specifically decided not to number it.

Avid readers of this blog (ie me) will have remembered me writing, just the other day....

"About 5 years ago, two things happened that changed my life. 
The first one was a purple inhaler called Seretide.  Suddenly breathing wasn't a problem anymore"

I'm going to laugh ironically.  Well, I would, except it would hurt. 

Guess who got rushed into hospital by ambulance yesterday with bad asthma?  Go on, bet you can't.  Well, bearing in mind I'm the only person actually reading this blog, of course I know the answer, but as I can't laugh ironically, I'm going to write ironically instead. 

Yesterday of course was New Years Eve.  But time was on my side - it was only midday and so the place was only half-full of drunks, most of which still had all their limbs.  The staff almost looked bored.   So when they had a 'real' emergency on their hands, they were all very happy to get stuck in.  I was poked, prodded, nebulised, ECG'd, given a cup of tea and a sandwich, the works (no I just looked at it, whined, and then gave it to CS*).  I was asked all sorts of intimate questions.  Over and over. All the medical staff (and the tea boy) were very surprised that I had been diagnosed as a Type 1 Diabetic so recently and, "at YOUR age".  I was nebulised again, and then sent away with a bunch of steroids.  I noticed that most doctors and nurses were putting on what appeared to be bullet-proof gowns & visors, so felt very lucky to be getting away before it all kicked off.

You may have picked up from the this blog, and the above description that I have asthma AND diabetes.  I'm pretty damn sure that everyone at hospital was aware of this ("Oh you can't breathe?  And you were diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes when you were OLD?"). 

Anyway, when I got home, I started feeling very ill, was sick, faint, and felt sorry for Wayne Rooney.  Here's a meaningless blood glucose graph that proves it.

Basically green is good, orange is odd (long story) and yellow is bad.  The more yellow it is, the worse it is, and the worse you feel, and the more likely it is that at some point your leg will drop off, but there's a good chance that you won't actually see it because your eyes won't work properly either.  Oh and in the short term it can make you feel really ill, sick, faint, and actually like Manchester United.  It's that bad.

I knew that it was plain stupid going back to casualty at just past midnight on New Years Eve (or is it New Years Day?).  But a thought occurred to me.  "I wonder what will happen if I google the words 'Asthma' and 'Diabetes' at the same time?"  Yes, kids, it turns out that Asthma and Diabetes do not get along.  Steroids can induce severe hyperglycaemia in Diabetics. 

I wonder why no-one mentioned this at the Hospital.  It's not like they didn't know. 

Anyway, it turns out that some people with Diabetes and Asthma are lovely and wonderful and they have shared their stories about what to do when they have to take steroids.  I listened to what they said, followed some of their advice, and as you can see from the meaningless graph, I'm now back in the green.  And off to watch Manchester CITY spank Sunderland.  Come on you blues!

Tomorrow is another day.


* More about CS later