Insulin and Eugenics... I am upset. This is a rant.

As a type 1 diabetic, I am often very angry. Usually this is secondary to hypoglycemia or an ability to eat something because I inadvertently left my insulin at home.

But today I am upset because I am running out of insulin and I only have $600 left in student loans until late February. Why is this a problem? Because as someone with good medical insurance, my doctors have always prescribed me humalog and lantus, which are bloody expensive without a prescription (and are actually still really expensive with a prescription and insurance: $50 each for what I need in a month). But as a medical student I don't have time to go see a doctor to get a prescription to get my bloody f***ing insulin. I am really upset because as I speak I have about enough humalog (lispro, short-acting insulin) to get me through to Monday, after which I guess I'll start employing a poor man's metformin: large amounts of acetaminophen and straight hard liquor. Your liver transaminases skyrocket, but you've effectively bludgeoned your body's best organ so badly that it stops going through with gluconeogenesis. Oh, and a ton of aerobic exercise makes your body more sensitive to the effects of lantus (glargine, long-acting insulin), so I guess I can look forward to dropping a few pant sizes and... cirrhosis. Lots of preventable, freaking cirrhosis.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. There must be type 1's who are busier than me and have less time to see doctors. And I know there are type 1's who don't have health insurance because this country is absolutely terrible. So how can I get insulin at a reasonable price without having to see a doctor? Because, honestly, I've had diabetes for over ten years and I know my body's personalized ways of dealing with this disease in a way that literally no other health professional could understand. I know the tricks. I know the secrets of my metabolism. My A1c is always under 7.0 and my hypoglycemic events are now well controlled. I know what I'm doing.

SIDENOTE... no wait, MAIN POINT: I think it is absolute bullshit that people need prescriptions for something that their body erroneously stopped producing. Almost everyone else around me is making insulin, but just because my body f***ed up when I was thirteen, I have to spend thousands of dollars on a month's worth of high quality insulin? What kind of justice is that? Answer: it's not. It's wrong. It's condemning people to a constant economical disadvantage on top of the disease they've contracted who's co-morbidities will likely kill them if they don't control the aforementioned disease. In a country where medications aren't regulated to make them fairly priced (hell, I think they should be bloody f***ing free but I realize I'm incredibly biased) and health insurance is severely limited, we are essentially killing off diabetics. I realize that many type 1 diabetics can make it to reproductive age without dying first, but I've seen a 24 year old diabetic with f***ing gastroparesis--that's really severe neuropathy. And now that I've gone through OB-GYN, it becomes apparent that type 1 diabetics with A1c's of 13.6, like this 24 year old, would never be able to carry a healthy child to term. She will likely never produce any children because why? Because our health system is unjust? What sick kind of world is this?

And you know what's worse? The type 1 diabetic population that is under insured and hurting the most is minorities, specifically blacks. And you know what's f***ing insane about that? DIABETES IN AFRICAN POPULATIONS HAS NO DISCERNABLE GENETIC COMPONENT. Whereas caucasian type 1 diabetics usually have some weird HLA inherited predisposition sh*t. And yet, at least in Chicago, those people will be preferentially allowed to live with a disease that could be greatly reduced within the human population if only they were put to the slow and painful death that awaits most uninsured type 1 diabetics.



[edit]: Okay. So I calmed down a little bit. Let me just say that I recognize that a lot of white people don't have health insurance either. But at least in Chicago, economics and race are obnoxiously linked in a way that has already started to upset my psyche. So I'm sorry about that. The truth is, all type 1 diabetics are in an equally unfortunate place in a society where close health maintenance is ludicrously expensive.

And also, I don't think I do a good job of separating my emotion's from the job. Especially other type 1 diabetics so far along. Seeing another black, 24-year-old, type 1 diabetic, laying on a bed in the emergency department, clutching at her stomach and moaning for morphine, secondary to gastroparesis and then her resultant addiction to painkillers, really upset me I guess. I want to help them but I know that it's literally too late because you don't recover from severe autonomic neuropathy. You just suffer until you die. From something completely preventable.

I guess this whole thing bothers me, not just because on the whole diabetics are treated very poorly, but because I'm now a healthcare professional, and I am surrounded by physicians every day, but I don't think I can just ask them to write me a prescription for insulin because I'd rather go to work than call the doctor's office to set up an appointment, then call the dean of student affairs (another physician), and then the clerkship director (also a physician), and then drive to god knows where for a fifteen minute conversation with the doctor to write me a prescription so I can save $350 for something that almost everyone in the world doesn't think about.

It's upsetting. If I had my way, everyone with a type of medical/biochemical deficiency would be able to get whatever they need for next to nothing because that's what equality is. Hypothyroid? You get thyroxine, no problem. Chronically depressed? We'll get you an SSRI or maybe even some SNRI's if you're lucky and need more norepinephrine. Diabetic? We'll get you all the insulin you want. Because giving you anything less than that is a crime.




So this is where I read that Diabetes in blacks and asians is often idiopathic: http://www.aafp.org/afp/1998/1015/p1355.html
Although since I am both caucasian and african, I won't know if I have the idiopathic form until either A) my entire genome gets sequenced (I hear it's only $1000 now!) or B) they look for islet cell antibodies in my serum.

UWorld Blues & A Murderous Rage

Studying for boards is driving me into a murderous rage. It is a combination of self-hatred for not studying more earlier and the incredible disbelief that they want us to know so much.

Also I keep getting diabetic questions wrong on UWORLD, which is probably the most depressing thing. You think you understand the process of something fully only to find there are perverted ways of asking questions that make you question what you once knew as true.

This is hell. I also have normal human being things to worry about, but I'm not paying attention to them anymore. I need to cash checks. I need to move. I need to get a new phone. I haven't checked my blood sugar in three days because I lost my glucometer while trying to pack up my apartment. So that should freak me out. But it doesn't. What makes me chuck the First Aid review book across the room as hard as possible is not the fact that my life has deteriorated to this point where I don't care about my own health and safety. No, it is the realization that I don't know how Rifampin works. I haven't been this angry since I studied carbohydrate metabolism in Biochemistry--a class I was desperately failing. I actually flipped a table when I realized memorizing all the intermediates and enzymes that metamorphose glucose was not going to be enough to do well on the exam.

That's how I feel right now. That I know a lot, but that come test day, everything I know either A) won't be tested or B) won't be enough to answer enough questions correctly.

But I have come way too far to fall apart in the next 12 days and fail Step 1 on June 1st.

12 days.

3 Hours

Sitting in class and I'm glad I came. The administrator who schedules our exams is also a professor who is currently talking about diuretics. This is surprising. I'm glad I came, kind of like that "The Wanted" song. Nephrons still scare me--proximal, distal, loop of henle--but mnemonics are being thrown my way, like the little stars you pick up in Super Mario Galaxy and use to defeat little alien beasties. Or you save up and trade in for extra lives when you have enough. Or the jewels you picked up in Spyro... spironolactone... use it to clear ascites secondary to liver cirrhosis. God. Liver's are so cool.

What I'm trying to say is I only got three hours of sleep. My mind is wandering. I want my attendance to benefit my learning even though I'd be better served sleeping right now. But I know I wouldn't be able to sleep. I'm an insomniac. I don't know what to do. But with juggling diabetes and insomnia, my body is falling apart from the inside.