My husband, diagnosed T2 some 15 years ago, has just had his first hospital clinic referral (which materialised 12 months after the GP referral). He told me that he took with him a few random tests of the week before going (all around 10). He said the clinician was pleased with the consistency of them but that it could do with coming down a little - maybe about 10%. (I don't always believe he accurately tells me what was said). To do this he said they want him to use a very small dose of insulin.
After first diagnosis he he told me the advice was there was nothing he could do, it wasn't his fault, it was a progressive disease which would be controlled with an increasing pathway of medication. Doing my own research, I didn't believe him. I'm not sure how it came about but eventually he had an improvement to diet and, over time, lost 4st (he says 5!). He's about 15.5st now and says they're very happy with that as he is pretty muscular - very fit for his age (68).
On hearing he is to start Lantus (as soon as the GP prescribes it after getting the hosp letter), I am worried because I know just how inconsistent his eating can be. Sometimes he's sensible but other times he will not be, having 2-3 pints of cider in an evening, or go through a tub of ice-cream in 2-3 days, or other things. He said he's only been told to test for the first few weeks to see how his body reacts to the insulin (I think he said it is to start at 2 units nightly).
He hates me asking or commenting about it and acts like a petulant child. It's ok if he decides to initiate a discussion, which is rare. The trouble is, like many people I suspect, he can sit in a clinic and tell the most believable lies about his diet, then tells me the advice he was given based on what he said. I know it's true as I sat and listened to one such encounter some years ago. He told me last year (not thinking I'd know any beter) that the local diabetes nurse was really pleased with his HBA1C as it had come down to 70 - I made the mistake of saying how pleased I was it had come down, and hoped it would keep going down as it needed to be a bit under 50. He was livid, telling me THEY were pleased, so who was I to know better, and that whatever he did it was never good enough for me.
Lovely people, I am worried. I love him to bits and am scared he won't respect insulin and may end up with high/low spikes that could be dangerous.
Do you have any advice for me?
After first diagnosis he he told me the advice was there was nothing he could do, it wasn't his fault, it was a progressive disease which would be controlled with an increasing pathway of medication. Doing my own research, I didn't believe him. I'm not sure how it came about but eventually he had an improvement to diet and, over time, lost 4st (he says 5!). He's about 15.5st now and says they're very happy with that as he is pretty muscular - very fit for his age (68).
On hearing he is to start Lantus (as soon as the GP prescribes it after getting the hosp letter), I am worried because I know just how inconsistent his eating can be. Sometimes he's sensible but other times he will not be, having 2-3 pints of cider in an evening, or go through a tub of ice-cream in 2-3 days, or other things. He said he's only been told to test for the first few weeks to see how his body reacts to the insulin (I think he said it is to start at 2 units nightly).
He hates me asking or commenting about it and acts like a petulant child. It's ok if he decides to initiate a discussion, which is rare. The trouble is, like many people I suspect, he can sit in a clinic and tell the most believable lies about his diet, then tells me the advice he was given based on what he said. I know it's true as I sat and listened to one such encounter some years ago. He told me last year (not thinking I'd know any beter) that the local diabetes nurse was really pleased with his HBA1C as it had come down to 70 - I made the mistake of saying how pleased I was it had come down, and hoped it would keep going down as it needed to be a bit under 50. He was livid, telling me THEY were pleased, so who was I to know better, and that whatever he did it was never good enough for me.
Lovely people, I am worried. I love him to bits and am scared he won't respect insulin and may end up with high/low spikes that could be dangerous.
Do you have any advice for me?
