My doctor would tell me every month that my function is falling. I don't know if it was the antidepressants that I'm on or just not wanting to acknowledge the severity of what he was telling me but I just did not know how to feel. It didn't hit me till I had my pre evaluation for my catheter placement. The thing that hit me was the way that doctor spoke to me and looked at me. He looked at me like he was sorry and mentioned how young I was. He kept asking if I had any questions. I just didn't know what to say or ask. I went to my car and just started crying. I get emotional just thinking about it. I knew that my life was never going to be the same. I would lose my freedom.
K&S,If you are not needing insulin then your pancreas is still producing just enough for you to get by.
..........suddenly we realize we forgot to take his vitals and record numbers off his cycler 15 minutes ago.
Quote from: PrimeTimer on May 25, 2016, 01:41:25 PM..........suddenly we realize we forgot to take his vitals and record numbers off his cycler 15 minutes ago. LOL I've done that! Surprised every time when I do as it is SOO much a part of my daily routine. Brain fade, another one of those D'oh moments I attributed to aging, or my easily being distracted by something and losing my train of thought completely.
When abnormal strikes. My husband does home-hemo. It hits when we've just settled in for the evening to watch TV when suddenly we realize we forgot to take his vitals and record numbers off his cycler 15 minutes ago.
I do know that my sense of "defectiveness" is very relative and that there are others dealing with so much more. And with great courage. My original post was more a description of a periodic jolt that I get when it hits me. Then I go on.If I need perspective, I just need to visit my ex-husband (a very good friend for 54 years) who has advanced Parkinson's. I had lunch with him the other day and was so saddened by his deterioration. He can barely move anymore. He used to be very athletic and 6'2" and now he's bent over to my height (5'4") and can barely talk. Although it is very painful to see him like this, it does put my "defectiveness" into perspective.