BenjaminRWT
Well-Known Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 1
I don't post here often except to ask questions, but something happened to me last month that, almost a year after my Diabetes diagnosis, makes me believe that 40 was my cutoff point. Long ramble ahead...
Anyway, a month ago, On a Saturday morning, I woke up feeling dizzy and nauseous. The sensation was actually enough to wake me up early. My instinct initially was a possible hypo. It was the closest thing I could think of to what I was feeling even if I've only had one to my knowledge so far. So first thing I did was fingerprick, twice. 5.8 and 6.2, so it wasn't that.
I sat down at 7 in the morning like this, then needing a bowl. Without going into details, I knew if anything was going to happen, I wasn't making it to my bathroom in one piece. I rang 111, as I did not feel my life was in danger, but enough to know that I needed to speak to/be seen by someone and my GP was obviously closed.
I explained my symptoms as best I could while I felt like I was upside down, if not spinning. Eventually someone came, injected something into my backside and gave me tablets which were an oral version of what he gave me. He told me it was Vertigo.
I spent the weekend mainly sleeping. It was all I could do. Couldn't even watch TV. By monday I STILL felt like this. I think I expected more improvement by then. So I rang again and was told I should get to an A&E department. So I rang for a taxi and did just that. I happened to not be in work that day anyway, so I had no need to make any further calls that morning at least.
I got there and explained everything all over again, and that I wasn't sure what I had was Vertigo and I expected more improvement if it was.
Various tests & scans later that day, A doctor was able to tell me what was going on - I had suffered a mini stroke on the Saturday. So I wasn't going home, that day at least. Eventually they got me a bed and I was moved to another hospital a couple of days later, that was more equipped to deal with that.
Needless to say, I was shocked. We've all seen the adverts on TV telling us what signs to recognise if we or a loved one was having a stroke, and it was none of those. A day or two after I went to hospital I did start to feel better, but Iwas really unbalanced and uncoordinated and my left hand felt weird. Less sensation and not as strong. I couldn't really play guitar (something I love to do in my spare time. not in a band or anything), and I just felt out of sorts. But also I remember thinking this could be so much worse considering what I was told.
So I was hospitalized for a whole week over it. I did improve enough to go home, I was happy about that. To be honest, being home made me feel even better, and I was able to even leave the house to go to the corner shop, to get a few bits & bobs.
I turned 41 soon after, but I wasn't up to doing anything for that, but I plan to go out for the day tomorrow to treat myself to some stuff - I'd had a load of loose change I tuned into notes and it was a nice chunk of money to get something with. That was always a plan anyway.
Been having people come to the house for rehab stuff and they're remarking how quickly I'm improving and they're even saying there's not much more they can do with me.
But to go back to the thread title, this reinforces my theory that my health went to hell one I turned 40 - just after I turned 40 last year I went to hospital for an op I'd literally waited years to have (Covid affected that, eventually they were able to offer me a date for it). The op never went ahead because I had high blood pressure (oddly enough they explained I could have had a stroke under anaesthetic), and high blood glucose so they want to test for diabetes - Sure enough I was type 1 and am on tablets for the blood pressure, in addition to what I'm on now since the stroke.
My sick note runs out in a few weeks, and work for me is dead enough I could go back pretty much as it runs out, but I'm gonna talk to them when the time is nearer.
Again, I'm feeling much better now and feel like everything could have been so much worse for me.
My balance is stilla little off and there's a feeling in my left hand remaining. Good news is, I'm playing guitar again (I planned to use i to gauge who things felt and I noticed impriovements almost daily), and I ca do things aroundthe house, just taking it a bit early.
I was gonna be going to London for a gig on Good Friday, but I''m gonna see how I feel a week from now, I doubt I'll be going down the front for it like I always did but I'm feeling confident over it. Got loads of stuff lined up over summer, too, so I want to make those and one or two more I'm considering!
I really felt like sharing this for some reason, not sure why, maybe it helps me process it a bit.
Anyway, a month ago, On a Saturday morning, I woke up feeling dizzy and nauseous. The sensation was actually enough to wake me up early. My instinct initially was a possible hypo. It was the closest thing I could think of to what I was feeling even if I've only had one to my knowledge so far. So first thing I did was fingerprick, twice. 5.8 and 6.2, so it wasn't that.
I sat down at 7 in the morning like this, then needing a bowl. Without going into details, I knew if anything was going to happen, I wasn't making it to my bathroom in one piece. I rang 111, as I did not feel my life was in danger, but enough to know that I needed to speak to/be seen by someone and my GP was obviously closed.
I explained my symptoms as best I could while I felt like I was upside down, if not spinning. Eventually someone came, injected something into my backside and gave me tablets which were an oral version of what he gave me. He told me it was Vertigo.
I spent the weekend mainly sleeping. It was all I could do. Couldn't even watch TV. By monday I STILL felt like this. I think I expected more improvement by then. So I rang again and was told I should get to an A&E department. So I rang for a taxi and did just that. I happened to not be in work that day anyway, so I had no need to make any further calls that morning at least.
I got there and explained everything all over again, and that I wasn't sure what I had was Vertigo and I expected more improvement if it was.
Various tests & scans later that day, A doctor was able to tell me what was going on - I had suffered a mini stroke on the Saturday. So I wasn't going home, that day at least. Eventually they got me a bed and I was moved to another hospital a couple of days later, that was more equipped to deal with that.
Needless to say, I was shocked. We've all seen the adverts on TV telling us what signs to recognise if we or a loved one was having a stroke, and it was none of those. A day or two after I went to hospital I did start to feel better, but Iwas really unbalanced and uncoordinated and my left hand felt weird. Less sensation and not as strong. I couldn't really play guitar (something I love to do in my spare time. not in a band or anything), and I just felt out of sorts. But also I remember thinking this could be so much worse considering what I was told.
So I was hospitalized for a whole week over it. I did improve enough to go home, I was happy about that. To be honest, being home made me feel even better, and I was able to even leave the house to go to the corner shop, to get a few bits & bobs.
I turned 41 soon after, but I wasn't up to doing anything for that, but I plan to go out for the day tomorrow to treat myself to some stuff - I'd had a load of loose change I tuned into notes and it was a nice chunk of money to get something with. That was always a plan anyway.
Been having people come to the house for rehab stuff and they're remarking how quickly I'm improving and they're even saying there's not much more they can do with me.
But to go back to the thread title, this reinforces my theory that my health went to hell one I turned 40 - just after I turned 40 last year I went to hospital for an op I'd literally waited years to have (Covid affected that, eventually they were able to offer me a date for it). The op never went ahead because I had high blood pressure (oddly enough they explained I could have had a stroke under anaesthetic), and high blood glucose so they want to test for diabetes - Sure enough I was type 1 and am on tablets for the blood pressure, in addition to what I'm on now since the stroke.
My sick note runs out in a few weeks, and work for me is dead enough I could go back pretty much as it runs out, but I'm gonna talk to them when the time is nearer.
Again, I'm feeling much better now and feel like everything could have been so much worse for me.
My balance is stilla little off and there's a feeling in my left hand remaining. Good news is, I'm playing guitar again (I planned to use i to gauge who things felt and I noticed impriovements almost daily), and I ca do things aroundthe house, just taking it a bit early.
I was gonna be going to London for a gig on Good Friday, but I''m gonna see how I feel a week from now, I doubt I'll be going down the front for it like I always did but I'm feeling confident over it. Got loads of stuff lined up over summer, too, so I want to make those and one or two more I'm considering!
I really felt like sharing this for some reason, not sure why, maybe it helps me process it a bit.