Pancreatitis, it would become a word I got very used to hearing. My type 1 diabetes put me at risk for it and oh boy did I get it. Of course there were still doctors and nurses that assured me it was my alcoholism, that I had to convince otherwise. Now I don’t drink at all, but before pancreatitis it was still a rare event. That’s really when I first started encountering cycnicism from some on the medical team.
It’s really impotant to me that I be listened to and not assumed I’m a liar. I could never figure out how they planned on helping me when on a very basic level I wasn’t believed.
I was vomiting constantly, losing more and more weight, and my veins were so bad that evertime I would go into the hospital, no matter the reason I would have to get a central line. My ct scans would show a psuedocyst on my pancreas, and I had a gallbladder scan. So now my gallbladder needed to come out. I did feel better for a short time after that, but sure enough about 6 weeks later I was back in the hospital with pancreatits. I also had an endoscopy done and had a port a cath put in. All of this without insurance. Everytime I got pancreatitis my blood sugars would go out of control. The same thing would happen when I got a mrsa infection. My sugars would spin so out of control I would end up in ICU with DKA. I would struggle so hard with testing and insulin and it felt like to no avail. It was a very frustrating time for me.
My pain was increasing, neuropathy was setting in. My stomach never not hurts, and soon enough I was about to experience some of my worst pain ever.