I'm not usually the kind to share serious problems on the forum (at least not until after the fact), but right now I need an outlet. I'm so frustrated. I am upset, angry, and irrationally embarrassed. Since my hospitalization last month with diabetic ketoacidosis (DKA), I've mostly regained my health. My blood sugar has not been as well controlled as it usually is, though. For 13 years I've had pristine control of my blood sugar, I've maintained a healthy weight, I've stuck to my diabetic diet, I've exercised -- I've never had a problem like this before. I'm trying so hard to keep it in control, but it seems like my insulin resistance has changed completely so that the amount I'd normally take to lower my sugar or to counteract a particular meal is no longer sufficient. I keep getting highs for no reason (fasting highs despite plenty of insulin). And now my hair is falling out.
It's not coming out in clumps or anything, and everyone around me says it's not noticeable. But just running my fingers gently through my hair leaves a considerable amount of hair in my hands. My scalp is tingling too. Sometimes it's very mild, but at other times it almost feels like it's burning. I know it's the DKA - I guess a delayed reaction. I also know that it ought to stop when my blood sugars are back under control, that I won't go bald, and that what hair I lose will grow back. But all of this fails to reassure me when I look at my pillow in the morning and see it covered in hair. I have a doctor appointment Thursday (I can't get anything sooner because I don't have insurance so my options are limited, plus, I can't miss work).
I just want it to stop. I keep crying out of the blue. I can't focus on anything else because I can feel it. And despite all the information telling me it'll never happen, I can't help but be terrified of going bald. Maybe I'm too vain, but I'm more upset about losing my hair than I am about what's causing it. What's worse is that I foolishly (and I know it's foolish), feel embarrassed about it, so I don't want to tell any of my friends or family.
All my life my hair has been a security blanket -- when I felt ugly, or fat, or awkward, I always had beautiful thick, shiny hair. The thought of losing even a little of it makes me feel ill. I know I shouldn't be so upset -- it's not the end of the world. Worse things have happened. Worse things have happened to me. But I am frustrated. I'm sick of being sick. I am sick of shitty things happening to me. I was born almost deaf and had to have over a dozen surgeries to correct my hearing. I grew up with an alcoholic dad and a mentally ill mom who feels she can trust only me, so comes to me when she feels depressed -- suicidal. I saw heroin rip through my family when I was 10. I've experienced real poverty. I've been abused. I got juvenile diabetes at age twelve. I developed bipolar disorder. And everyone always comments on how happy I am -- how I go through everything with a smile, how I never complain. Well I'm sick of it. And I don't want to lose my hair. I wish some one who has gone through this could come and tell me I needn't worry -- my hair will be just fine. I want some one to tell me it's going to be okay.
Sorry about the whine fest, I just needed to get it out.
It's not coming out in clumps or anything, and everyone around me says it's not noticeable. But just running my fingers gently through my hair leaves a considerable amount of hair in my hands. My scalp is tingling too. Sometimes it's very mild, but at other times it almost feels like it's burning. I know it's the DKA - I guess a delayed reaction. I also know that it ought to stop when my blood sugars are back under control, that I won't go bald, and that what hair I lose will grow back. But all of this fails to reassure me when I look at my pillow in the morning and see it covered in hair. I have a doctor appointment Thursday (I can't get anything sooner because I don't have insurance so my options are limited, plus, I can't miss work).
I just want it to stop. I keep crying out of the blue. I can't focus on anything else because I can feel it. And despite all the information telling me it'll never happen, I can't help but be terrified of going bald. Maybe I'm too vain, but I'm more upset about losing my hair than I am about what's causing it. What's worse is that I foolishly (and I know it's foolish), feel embarrassed about it, so I don't want to tell any of my friends or family.
All my life my hair has been a security blanket -- when I felt ugly, or fat, or awkward, I always had beautiful thick, shiny hair. The thought of losing even a little of it makes me feel ill. I know I shouldn't be so upset -- it's not the end of the world. Worse things have happened. Worse things have happened to me. But I am frustrated. I'm sick of being sick. I am sick of shitty things happening to me. I was born almost deaf and had to have over a dozen surgeries to correct my hearing. I grew up with an alcoholic dad and a mentally ill mom who feels she can trust only me, so comes to me when she feels depressed -- suicidal. I saw heroin rip through my family when I was 10. I've experienced real poverty. I've been abused. I got juvenile diabetes at age twelve. I developed bipolar disorder. And everyone always comments on how happy I am -- how I go through everything with a smile, how I never complain. Well I'm sick of it. And I don't want to lose my hair. I wish some one who has gone through this could come and tell me I needn't worry -- my hair will be just fine. I want some one to tell me it's going to be okay.
Sorry about the whine fest, I just needed to get it out.