Hello all,
I was diagnosed on the 17th February and whilst I scrolled through the forum and read many of your stories and supportive messages, only now feel confident enough to post my own message - maybe partly a way of coping.
Like many diagnosed people,I never in my life expected to be diagnosed with diabetes. In fact, to be honest, I didn't even understand what it really was (I'm ashamed to say), just that type 2 ran in my dads family and my uncle had it.
I had all the classic symptoms, literally head to toe, starting with my long vision going fuzzy. A confused nurse and trip to east Surrey eye clinic where I got told to see my opticians was the start. I went to my doctor and said I was having trouble catching my breath and mentioned my eyes but got told it was psychological and to go to my opticians.
?300 worth of glasses later and I was a happy bunny - so I thought. What's a pair of glasses compared to your pancreas packing up lol.
2 weeks later I could not stop drinking. A pint before bed, waking in the night to decide whether to use the loo first or drink more, which is the weirdest position to be in.
It took my dad nagging me for me to take a trip down to open surgery.
I explained about my drinking and that my dad wanted me to have a blood test. Whilst the student nurse nodded and took notes, seeing her face change when I mentioned my recent eye change was probably the first moment I thought things may not be so simple. Finger prick and urine tests confirmed I was 29.5 and 4+ ketones (like I knew what that meant) "Is that high?" I asked the nurse. She told me the dr would want to see me and to prepare myself to go to hospital - excuse me?? Hospital?? She then blurted that I was more than likely diabetic - I still didn't even know what that meant!! Long long story short (we all know how this ends) 1 hospital trip later (and an uninformed panicked pharmacist calling at 10pm that evening telling me my blood test was 36.8 and to go to hospital ha!) bish bash bosh, diabetic.
I guess the reason why I'm posting now is that I really feel like I need to build up a support network. I have no friends who are diabetic and whilst my close friends, family and boyfriend have been faultlessly, amazingly fantastic, I need to talk to someone who knows what 2 hypos in a day feels like and the anger and frustration that though I've lead a healthy life, doing everything right, I can no longer plough through a bag of malteasers without doing some mental calculation and blood test.
Thanks for a space to blurt this out.
C 🙂
I was diagnosed on the 17th February and whilst I scrolled through the forum and read many of your stories and supportive messages, only now feel confident enough to post my own message - maybe partly a way of coping.
Like many diagnosed people,I never in my life expected to be diagnosed with diabetes. In fact, to be honest, I didn't even understand what it really was (I'm ashamed to say), just that type 2 ran in my dads family and my uncle had it.
I had all the classic symptoms, literally head to toe, starting with my long vision going fuzzy. A confused nurse and trip to east Surrey eye clinic where I got told to see my opticians was the start. I went to my doctor and said I was having trouble catching my breath and mentioned my eyes but got told it was psychological and to go to my opticians.
?300 worth of glasses later and I was a happy bunny - so I thought. What's a pair of glasses compared to your pancreas packing up lol.
2 weeks later I could not stop drinking. A pint before bed, waking in the night to decide whether to use the loo first or drink more, which is the weirdest position to be in.
It took my dad nagging me for me to take a trip down to open surgery.
I explained about my drinking and that my dad wanted me to have a blood test. Whilst the student nurse nodded and took notes, seeing her face change when I mentioned my recent eye change was probably the first moment I thought things may not be so simple. Finger prick and urine tests confirmed I was 29.5 and 4+ ketones (like I knew what that meant) "Is that high?" I asked the nurse. She told me the dr would want to see me and to prepare myself to go to hospital - excuse me?? Hospital?? She then blurted that I was more than likely diabetic - I still didn't even know what that meant!! Long long story short (we all know how this ends) 1 hospital trip later (and an uninformed panicked pharmacist calling at 10pm that evening telling me my blood test was 36.8 and to go to hospital ha!) bish bash bosh, diabetic.
I guess the reason why I'm posting now is that I really feel like I need to build up a support network. I have no friends who are diabetic and whilst my close friends, family and boyfriend have been faultlessly, amazingly fantastic, I need to talk to someone who knows what 2 hypos in a day feels like and the anger and frustration that though I've lead a healthy life, doing everything right, I can no longer plough through a bag of malteasers without doing some mental calculation and blood test.
Thanks for a space to blurt this out.
C 🙂
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