mikeyB
Well-Known Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 1
This weekend the family were up for young Thomas's 2nd birthday. In all the preparation, I forgot that my Ranitidine were running out, last day Thursday. Little did I know how that would play out. Friday was fine.
Saturday was Ok ish. Bit tired, but went into Tobermory and had lunch at the now legendary McGochans. Bit of heartburn afterwards, and a few hiccups. I nicked some Rennies off my daughter which eased things, but by that time the Chemist in Tobermory was closed for Saturday pm to get some over the counter Zantac. Bugger.
Sunday was wicked. Couldn't eat any breakfast, went across on the ferry to get to Oban Sea Life Centre. Small bowl of soup at a hostelry on the way. Minor occurrence of hiccups and heartburn, but got home OK. Then the fun kicked off. Got a storm of hiccups eating dinner, then suddenly felt the need to vomit. Went into the downstairs loo, and at the porcelain altar, made the right noises, felt the right convulsions in the stomach. Not a single part of the meal I'd just eaten came up. I don't know how that works.
And that's what's continued, hiccups, vomiting and epigastric discomfort. In the night, and in the morning, but at least clear liquid was coming up. And totally liquid bowel motions. (It's change pj's day anyway). Slept from 12 at night to 7.30, then three more episodes of hiccuping and vomiting, then went back to bed. Phoned doctors for an appointment as soon as I got up at 3.40, got one at 5.15. I set off after another vomit. By that time I thought I was dying I felt so bad. I'm a right wimp sometimes.
The doc was reassuring. He's arranging an endoscopy to be done by my GI consultant, but leaving to them the priority. He thought it was due to the lack of medication so bunged me back on Omeprazole. We know from way back I've got a hiatus hernia, but I haven't had a gastroscopy for years, so they can do both ends when it comes
In fact the doc was more concerned about the old diabetes. When I got up at 3.40 I remembered that in the palaver of Sunday night, I'd forgotten my evening dose of Levemir (10 units). And being asleep between episodes, I didn't take my morning dose till 4pm. I'd also checked my BG, and it was 19, so took a slug of Humalog. It was 19 at the doctors, with + ketones, an hour and a half later, but at least I'd got a downward arrow. He was worried, but I've been here before when I had norovirus, so I reassured him. He does want me to phone tomorrow with a progress report.
A long story, I'm sorry, but at my age the nasties start to appear. Was the Ranitidine simply masking symptoms of cancer? The doc doesn't think so. I'm not exactly wasting away, and taking just one omeprazole tab has quietened things down, to a degree.
If you think all this is as boring as hell, let me know. I'll keep you informed of progress, as there is still a remote chance the gastroscopy could blow things out of water, but I've always been a lucky sod.
Saturday was Ok ish. Bit tired, but went into Tobermory and had lunch at the now legendary McGochans. Bit of heartburn afterwards, and a few hiccups. I nicked some Rennies off my daughter which eased things, but by that time the Chemist in Tobermory was closed for Saturday pm to get some over the counter Zantac. Bugger.
Sunday was wicked. Couldn't eat any breakfast, went across on the ferry to get to Oban Sea Life Centre. Small bowl of soup at a hostelry on the way. Minor occurrence of hiccups and heartburn, but got home OK. Then the fun kicked off. Got a storm of hiccups eating dinner, then suddenly felt the need to vomit. Went into the downstairs loo, and at the porcelain altar, made the right noises, felt the right convulsions in the stomach. Not a single part of the meal I'd just eaten came up. I don't know how that works.
And that's what's continued, hiccups, vomiting and epigastric discomfort. In the night, and in the morning, but at least clear liquid was coming up. And totally liquid bowel motions. (It's change pj's day anyway). Slept from 12 at night to 7.30, then three more episodes of hiccuping and vomiting, then went back to bed. Phoned doctors for an appointment as soon as I got up at 3.40, got one at 5.15. I set off after another vomit. By that time I thought I was dying I felt so bad. I'm a right wimp sometimes.
The doc was reassuring. He's arranging an endoscopy to be done by my GI consultant, but leaving to them the priority. He thought it was due to the lack of medication so bunged me back on Omeprazole. We know from way back I've got a hiatus hernia, but I haven't had a gastroscopy for years, so they can do both ends when it comes
In fact the doc was more concerned about the old diabetes. When I got up at 3.40 I remembered that in the palaver of Sunday night, I'd forgotten my evening dose of Levemir (10 units). And being asleep between episodes, I didn't take my morning dose till 4pm. I'd also checked my BG, and it was 19, so took a slug of Humalog. It was 19 at the doctors, with + ketones, an hour and a half later, but at least I'd got a downward arrow. He was worried, but I've been here before when I had norovirus, so I reassured him. He does want me to phone tomorrow with a progress report.
A long story, I'm sorry, but at my age the nasties start to appear. Was the Ranitidine simply masking symptoms of cancer? The doc doesn't think so. I'm not exactly wasting away, and taking just one omeprazole tab has quietened things down, to a degree.
If you think all this is as boring as hell, let me know. I'll keep you informed of progress, as there is still a remote chance the gastroscopy could blow things out of water, but I've always been a lucky sod.
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