One morning in June, I woke up to wires being hooked up to my body. But I'm not kidding when I say I thought I was in a dream where I was boarding the SpaceX Starship, lucky enough to be apart of the first manned mission, at the time it made sense. The second time I woke up, after noticing a combination of people I wouldn't normally find in my room in the morning.... (my neighbours & family friends) I realized the circumstances were a bit different than I presumed.
Long story short. I have TD1 - I experienced acute hypoglycemia in my sleep and losing complete consciousness for the first time. Previously, I never had hypoglycemia unawareness, I'd generally experience the symptoms right away, with hormones like epinephrine releasing right away.
But on this day and the next, I was in a vegetative state and completely unresponsive. The subsequent morning when this happened again, I hadn't fainted, but the realization settled in that this wasn't just a one-time low blood sugar episode.
My alpha cells (endocrine cells responsible for secreting the peptide hormone glucagon) were diminishing, leading to frequent and often unpredictable low blood sugar episodes.
My ability to get my G1 came to a halt, so did any and every aspect of hustle culture I was unintentionally engaging in. I haven't been the best at fulfilling the side obligations that come with having td1 - I disregarded the importance of being good at timeliness and sleep, and notably, identifying methods to hold myself accountable.
When I look back at the past 2 years, I find a lot of happiness in the healthy habits I've formed. Discovering intrinsic motivation to exercise consistently at a high intensity - continuously challenging myself and maintaining healthy eating habits. I like to believe that I embody the #healthiswealth philosophy and am intrigued by what I don't know - my curiosity drives me to investigate nutritional psychiatry and our immune system as a whole, everyday.
I understand that healthy eating + exercise =! healthy being, but this cognizance has always been on the back burner.
If you don't atleast get 7 hours a day, you're undermining all of your other efforts. In my case, I've never optimized for x hours of sleep based on my circadian rhythm - because I didn't find the short and long term effects of my sleep deprivation lowering my quality of life. At least to an extent, that I found extreme.
What's interesting is that I associated any muddled thinking, microsleep and food aversion to my lack of sleep, missing out on what could have been warning signs of my cell depletion.
I'm confident that I haven't internalized this occurrence quite yet. What I do know is misconceptions that have to due with several possible health risks ought not to exist. I intend to reflect more deeply in the near future when I've corrected my oversights, routinely.
I've had to take a few steps back, to replenish and comprehensively rebuild a healthy physical state. Coming to terms with the outcomes of taking a break and a "change of plans" isn't easy. But in this context, it is almost negligible.
Almost hit "rock bottom", and I'm thankful.
I realized just how off course I was, determined my dysfunctional behaviours, gained humility and new perspectives, and improved my perception of reality
I'm alive and well. That's what matters.
I've decided to give the pivotal highs and lows a written voice, to create a clearer vision on what I've learned, where I am right now and how I want to reinvent myself. An article enveloping 22 lessons I'm taking into 2022 will be published on my medium on new year's day!