Insulin addictI like to think that having T1 doesn’t hold me back from much. And the truth is, it really doesn’t. It makes things a bit more difficult sometimes, but there are only a few things you actually can’t do (we discussed jobs etc in a previous post but I can’t find it right at this moment).

On Monday last week though, my status as an insulin addict was put to the test. My little boy Hugo was ill and my husband had been home with him. He rang me at about 4pm to say they were off to the hospital as Hugo had suspected pneumonia. I was at work so jumped in my car as soon as I could and met the two of them there. We spent several hours in A & E, and by 9pm realised we’d not had any dinner, so my husband went out to get some. He came back with some and I went to take a bolus and realised my pump was getting quite low on insulin. By 10pm they had decided they’d admit Hugo to keep an eye on him for the night. Seeing as my husband had taken the Monday off, it was up to me to stay the night because my husband would need to go to work the next day.

Filled with worry and dread (It’s the first time our little guy’s been really ill, and I knew at this point we were going to be sharing a room with two other babies and their carers), I said goodbye to my husband and trudged through the hallways to the ward with Hugo in my arms. It crossed my mind that I probably had enough insulin to get me through til about noon the next day as long as I didn’t have anything else to eat. I had contemplated asking my husband to drive home and get me some more, but it was late, he was tired, and it would have been an extra 45km travelling for him, plus the hassle of trying to get into a hospital long since past its visiting hours.

Long story short: it was a long night with hardly any sleep. However, Hugo managed to get some fluid into him, and improved his health enough for them to discharge him the following morning. I got home with 5u left in my pump. As I unpacked all my stuff I suddenly realised I had an insulin pen with about 200u in it in my handbag :)

It did make me think though… we are a little vulnerable in extreme circumstances (not necessarily the one above because I was in a hospital – surely I could have wangled some insulin from somewhere). However, in natural disasters or like the plot of the film Panic Room (in a nutshell: lady and daughter lock themselves in their panic room to get away from violent intruders; daughter has T1 and risks going into major ketoacidosis), we have the potential to have a bit more to be concerned about. Worth keeping those insulin pump cartridges topped up, and those on MDI – keep a couple of insulin pens close to hand!

PS. I cracked up when I saw this t-shirt. I went to google and typed in ‘insulin addict’, thinking I wouldn’t pull up anything decent, and this was the first image that appeared. Love it.