Failure? Who needs it.

Waking up to a beautiful morning with my beautiful family and a freshly painted house in the midst of chaos as we renovate our old 1949 home has got me wondering about a few things. One of these is how we measure ourselves in life. I have never been one to consider myself vain – yet I worry about what people think about me, I have always had a sense of needing to be “good” at things, to achieve and therefore not to “fail”. I am driven by something intangible that makes me work hard and then some, to make a difference, to do things, to see an impact on the world.

Failure can be easy to identify in some things. If you sit a maths test and you get 20 questions right out of 100, you will most likely fail the test. If you try to build something and it falls down as soon as a gust of wind comes along, it might be considered that you failed in building that structure. If you get set a task to complete in 2 hours and it takes you 7, it may be said that you have failed.

But have you really? And what does it mean to “fail”?

Living with diabetes means you live with a lot of potential failure. There are many targets and tests that can easily lead you into feeling like a failure. You constantly measure yourself against actual numbers, against targets set by yourself and others and against what others tell you should be easy.

In reality some targets are impossible. Some competitions will be impossible to win. Some tests will be failed before they have begun. They are simply too ridiculous, too hard, too unrealistic.

We measure ourselves against so many things. We create an idea of “normality” when in reality this does not exists. The world normal is taken from the carpenter’s square and the idea of a normal angle! I do not thing this translates well into a whole human life.

Is it a failure to try? Is it a failure to have a go? To work so hard you are exhausted yet still not achieve the results that are seen as a “win”? And if you are “failing” at something what is the opposite? Is it winning?

I live with a disease that puts me to the test each and every day. Some days my blood glucose is high, low and everything in between. Sometimes I leave my insulin pump set in a little too long and forget when I last changed it. Sometimes I reuse my pump line 2 or 3 times. Sometimes I eat foods I know will send my levels high. Sometimes I don’t exercise for weeks on end. I hate shoes and wear bare feet often. Sometimes I forget that I can look at my management and make changes. I just get into a groove and life gets so busy that I stay in that groove and don’t try a different track.

Do I fail?

No. I do my best. I try. I learn, I manage and I live a full life as a human being, A mum. A wife. A daughter. A hard worker. A friend. And a person who happens to have diabetes.

Failure – who needs it. I for one am winning on all fronts. HbA1c of 7.8% included.

Working out can do wonders – Herald Times Reporter

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Working out can do wondersHerald Times ReporterA healthy adult loses about 10 percent of fitness with each decade of life after age 40 or 50, but research shows that fitness levels in people with type 2 diabetes are about 20 percent lower than in…
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Just Perfect

This morning I woke up with a Blood Glucose Level of 20 mmol (360 for our US readers), this was despite increasing my overnight insulin rates in my pump yesterday morning due to continually having to take extra insulin during the night. I thought today I would wake with the perfect blood glucose level. I woke and checked at 3 am and surprise surprise my levels had risen since going to bed. So took some extra insulin, back to sleep. Yet woke at 20 mmol…..Why, I wondered?

Just Perfect.

Perfect can be seen in the smallest and the largest of moments, just open your eyes

Today is a big day. My youngest child starts Kindy. He is my baby and this is a big deal. He is sweet and shy and does not like a lot of noise and people in his face. Kindy can be all of those things. Today I want to be focused on him as I start my day. I then have 4 meetings all in a row. I have a new oven arriving among this day, which requires masterful negotiation with the delivery driver’s to allow me to have them leave it on the driveway and not be home for 17 hours in case they happen to arrive.

Today I feel like total crap.

Why?

I figure must be coming down with something, it’s that time of the month, my site needs changing. So did that and then decided perhaps to check my adjustment to my overnight insulin rates from yesterday. Oh dear. Somehow instead of a 1 unit of insulin rate from midnight until 6 am, it had slipped a 12.30 am time slot in with ZERO insulin rate. So, from 12.30 am until 6 am I had ZERO insulin. Right.

Just Perfect.

Waking up with a blood glucose level of 4 – 8 mmol always makes me have an extra spring in my step. Not only do you feel physically better, but mentally and emotionally. It means I do not have to wonder why I am high and work out how to deal with it before even starting the day. It means I do not have to wait to eat breakfast. It means I can feel positive about my diabetes even if it does not stay that way all day (which inevitably it won’t!).

Is 4-8 somehow the magic number at which life becomes “perfect”?  Does a blood glucose reading have that much impact on my daily experience? Can it make a perfect moment less than perfect?

So I got to thinking about the meaning of perfect and how we throw it around. How we use it in sarcastic ways when things go wrong, as if what has happened is the opposite of perfect and thus perfect is defined.

But what is perfect?

Is it waking up to a Blood Glucose of 4 mmol? Or is it waking up to a still morning with sunlight creeping over a mountain and knowing you have an entire day to do whatever you want to do? Is it cuddling your child and smelling the beautiful scent of freshly washed baby hair? Is it cooking up a storm and serving the best meal ever? Is it finding the outfit you wanted to wear to next weeks party? All of these things still on the background of perhaps waking like today, with a less than perfect Blood Glucose Level?

Perfect is used in so many ways, so may contexts and is very subjective. Yet we all seem to measure ourselves, our health, our moments, our lives, against the idea of perfect.

I don’t have a perfect pancreas. It is faulty. I don’t wake up every day with a Blood Glucose of 4 mmol (in fact this is rare). I don’t have a perfect body. There are other bits of it that don’t work all that well. But I do consider myself to have perfect days, perfect moments and certainly a perfect life. I love and am loved. I get up each day inspired and interested in what I am spending my day doing. I get to have all sorts of experiences, some I enjoy, others, like this morning, I don’t enjoy so much. But all of these moments are part of my life. And you know what?

That’s just perfect.

Insulin Degludec Edges Glargine on Hypoglycemia Rate : Internal Medicine News

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BERLIN – Insulin degludec, an investigational insulin with a prolonged half-life and a reportedly flatter pharmacokinetic profile with fewer high and low levels, showed a modest hypoglycemic edge over insulin glargine in a 52-week head-to-head…

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