Yep, we’re still here and we’re still in “lockdown”, although to be honest, this is really just keeping a distance between us all. We’re not really confined to our homes.
Here in Oz (Australia), we’re doing quite well compared to many other parts of the world. Our government has taken the threat very seriously and is moving heaven and earth to keep everybody safe. To date, as a nation, we’ve had about 94 deaths and 6,900 infections.
I’ve lost track, but I think I’ve been working from home now for about 6 weeks, maybe 7. Oddly I’m both getting used to it and getting over it. I’m looking forward to things easing back to a form of normal eventually, although I don’t think we’ll be back to full normal at least until a vaccine is created, proven and available to everyone. And the experts are still saying 18 months for that to happen.
The affect all of this change has had on my T1D is not what I was expecting. As I have said before, the 3 balls that we continuously juggle are food, insulin and exercise. The “exercise” encompasses the obvious, being exercise, but also includes rest, stress, thinking and the general internal buzz of life. The commonly held idea is that your body isn’t working unless you’re out of breath and sweating. Well I guarantee you that is not correct.
Physically yes, you need to move and “get your heart pumping”. But believe me when I say that your inner workings never stop. I’ve watched my BGL rise and fall for no really apparent reasons. There’s times when I’ve hit 17 – 306 in the USofA where they do things differently – and just looked at the meter and wondered. How could I have got to that? There is no simple answer to that question, because there’s no way of measuring a change to routine. I’m not walking to the train, up, down, up, down all day, walking around, talking, answering phone calls etc etc and general daily hub bub. But it all adds up and that’s what was keeping my levels stable. Now, I might think I’m almost as active as I was, but when my morning commute is 4 steps and “going out for lunch” means travelling from the bedroom to the kitchen, it all adds up.
No, I’m not complaining. I’m perfectly fine and getting used to the slower life. But there will be other T1s who will be finding all of this hard to manage and quite worrying.
Life wasn’t meant to be easy apparently, but I hope we can get back to some form of “normal” soon, before my body forgets what “normal” is.
That is T1D as I have lived it – this week – at home.