Ok, Rachel T's crazy (coz that's what it felt like at the time) diagnosis story. September 2008 was a popular month for diabetes diagnosis (snap! AM64 and Corrine!). I'd been drinking and peeing like nobody's business for a while but reakoned it was some kind of urine infection or the hot weather that was the problem. I work in a hospital pharmacy and i'd realised by about 10 o'clock one morning that the blurry vision i'd suffered from hadn't gone away like i'd expected. I didn't have a GP (coz i was never ill) so, seeing as i was now pretty scared, i was persuaded to go up to the minor injuries unit. I still expected to be given some antibiotics and sent home. Nope, i got my urine and blood tested and sent off to A&E. They asked me how long i'd been diabetic, to which the smart answer was about half an hour... i spent most of the day in a state of dissociated freaked-ness, and nearly gave my dad a heart attack ( he's the one with the least medical problems...) and a speeding fine.
A doctor finally gave me the news...the good news, i'd have free prescriptions and at least two weeks off work, bad news, i'd have to have insulin injections. (turns out he was wrong on the last point, at least for now i'm on metformin). And he told me off for eating a sandwich (look, the fools offered it to me and it'd been all i'd eaten since breakfast)
I've got two grandparents with type 2 diabetes and at least two of my great grandparents were diabetics of some form. I figured it would happen to me one day, but to be honest, i wasn't expecting it the week after my 32nd birthday.