Hello everyone.
Just a message to say hello and tell my story if you've got time to read 🙂
I was on holiday in Tenerife with my dad beginning of July when I realised things had got a bit strange..I was drinking ALL the time, peeing ALL the time, getting lethargic for no reason when I'm a very active 23 year old. I put it down to being in a hot country and having sunburnt on the first day (classic!). My vision had got blurry before I went away and I'd put that down to too much work on a computer screen. There always was a reason for things! The lethargy and blurry vision seemed to come and go in waves. I tried to be logical - I thought to myself, if I go to the doctors and complain about blurry vision they will ask if I've been for an eye test, so I'll go for one of those first. I booked that in for the Monday after I got back from holiday.
I got back off holiday Friday night at 1am. Went to a festival on Saturday all day. Recovered on Sunday! I did feel I had lost weight and I saw a friend on Sunday who told me I'd lost more weight. I weighed myself and I had nearly lost a stone in a couple of weeks when I'd still be eating totally normally. That made me kick myself into action to get to the doctors.
Monday I went to my eye test and I was so physically exhausted I was walking a few metres and needing to stop and take a breath. But this was coming and going throughout the day which was strange. Had eye test - apparently I needed glasses - so I thought ah well, that explains that then!
Tuesday morning I had my doctors appointment, again I felt physically exhausted and close to fainting first thing in the morning but it was coming in waves. I was SO glad to get an appointment as they had nearly all gone. I told her all my symptoms, she asked "any history of diabetes in the family?" ... "Nope, none". She did my blood sugar, ketones, and sent me out for unine sample and called me back in 10 minutes later. I walked through the door and she said, "So you have type 1 diabetes and I want to send you for blood tests at the hospital if that's okay". She then picked up the phone and started to phone them to book me in. Meanwhile I'm sitting there, no explanation given and told completely out the blue. She gave me my notes and asked me to go to reception to book in and then go to the AMU (Acute Medical Unit) and I would get given blood tests. Still no explanation of what diabetes was or anything. I guess my appointment time had overrun too much!!
Left the doctors in a bit of a state of disbelief. Went home first to chill out, change from my work clothes and dry my confused tears before driving on down to the hospital. I registered at reception and they asked me to see the triage nurses who would show me where to go. I gave the nurses my notes where they looked at each other confused and started speaking between themselves. They asked to take my blood sugars again, starting asking how long I've been on treatment, when I was diagnosed etc. I told them I've literally been told about 30 minutes ago by my doctor and explained the story. She sat me down and told me I was in in a state called DKA and I needed to be taken straight to resus and I would need to be kept in hospital overnight. I was totally confused as I didn't know what any of this meant. Within 20 minutes I was hooked up to all sorts of drips and couldn't stop crying in disbelief. All the nurses were amazed that at my levels (BM 29 and ketones 3.7) I was still functioning normally (ish).
I got out of hospital the following day at about 9pm. I felt like I'd come home from the hospital with a newborn baby that I suddenly had to look after all my myself and I was supposed to 'know' what I was doing! Monitors, strips, needles, insulin - such a foreign language, but not to worry, a bag full of a million leaflets to read that would explain everything! eek!
3 and half weeks down the line I'm still trying to get to grips with it all. After the first 2 weeks I thought I'd cracked it (naively!) but in the last week I've been struggling with having random sudden drops in my sugars an hour or so after I've eaten where my pancreas is clearly deciding to contribute to the party. I've found that difficult to deal with mentally as I feel like I don't have control of it at all when it does that and it's not logical - I like logic to get my head around things!
I've also struggled mentally with putting the weight back on that I'd lost (was 9st 4lbs down to 8st 3lbs). I know it was unhealthy weight that I lost, it wasn't 'real' so to speak, but I have really struggled seeing the scales go back up that much in such a short space of time (now at 9st 1lbs) and has made me unhappy with my body which I know is totally ridiculous but still difficult.
I appreciate any words of wisdom or experience that might help me in these early stages. I know it'll 'get easier' of course, that's not quite what I want to hear - at the moment I'm enjoying feeling sorry for myself! haha! 🙂
Thanks for reading!!
Just a message to say hello and tell my story if you've got time to read 🙂
I was on holiday in Tenerife with my dad beginning of July when I realised things had got a bit strange..I was drinking ALL the time, peeing ALL the time, getting lethargic for no reason when I'm a very active 23 year old. I put it down to being in a hot country and having sunburnt on the first day (classic!). My vision had got blurry before I went away and I'd put that down to too much work on a computer screen. There always was a reason for things! The lethargy and blurry vision seemed to come and go in waves. I tried to be logical - I thought to myself, if I go to the doctors and complain about blurry vision they will ask if I've been for an eye test, so I'll go for one of those first. I booked that in for the Monday after I got back from holiday.
I got back off holiday Friday night at 1am. Went to a festival on Saturday all day. Recovered on Sunday! I did feel I had lost weight and I saw a friend on Sunday who told me I'd lost more weight. I weighed myself and I had nearly lost a stone in a couple of weeks when I'd still be eating totally normally. That made me kick myself into action to get to the doctors.
Monday I went to my eye test and I was so physically exhausted I was walking a few metres and needing to stop and take a breath. But this was coming and going throughout the day which was strange. Had eye test - apparently I needed glasses - so I thought ah well, that explains that then!
Tuesday morning I had my doctors appointment, again I felt physically exhausted and close to fainting first thing in the morning but it was coming in waves. I was SO glad to get an appointment as they had nearly all gone. I told her all my symptoms, she asked "any history of diabetes in the family?" ... "Nope, none". She did my blood sugar, ketones, and sent me out for unine sample and called me back in 10 minutes later. I walked through the door and she said, "So you have type 1 diabetes and I want to send you for blood tests at the hospital if that's okay". She then picked up the phone and started to phone them to book me in. Meanwhile I'm sitting there, no explanation given and told completely out the blue. She gave me my notes and asked me to go to reception to book in and then go to the AMU (Acute Medical Unit) and I would get given blood tests. Still no explanation of what diabetes was or anything. I guess my appointment time had overrun too much!!
Left the doctors in a bit of a state of disbelief. Went home first to chill out, change from my work clothes and dry my confused tears before driving on down to the hospital. I registered at reception and they asked me to see the triage nurses who would show me where to go. I gave the nurses my notes where they looked at each other confused and started speaking between themselves. They asked to take my blood sugars again, starting asking how long I've been on treatment, when I was diagnosed etc. I told them I've literally been told about 30 minutes ago by my doctor and explained the story. She sat me down and told me I was in in a state called DKA and I needed to be taken straight to resus and I would need to be kept in hospital overnight. I was totally confused as I didn't know what any of this meant. Within 20 minutes I was hooked up to all sorts of drips and couldn't stop crying in disbelief. All the nurses were amazed that at my levels (BM 29 and ketones 3.7) I was still functioning normally (ish).
I got out of hospital the following day at about 9pm. I felt like I'd come home from the hospital with a newborn baby that I suddenly had to look after all my myself and I was supposed to 'know' what I was doing! Monitors, strips, needles, insulin - such a foreign language, but not to worry, a bag full of a million leaflets to read that would explain everything! eek!
3 and half weeks down the line I'm still trying to get to grips with it all. After the first 2 weeks I thought I'd cracked it (naively!) but in the last week I've been struggling with having random sudden drops in my sugars an hour or so after I've eaten where my pancreas is clearly deciding to contribute to the party. I've found that difficult to deal with mentally as I feel like I don't have control of it at all when it does that and it's not logical - I like logic to get my head around things!
I've also struggled mentally with putting the weight back on that I'd lost (was 9st 4lbs down to 8st 3lbs). I know it was unhealthy weight that I lost, it wasn't 'real' so to speak, but I have really struggled seeing the scales go back up that much in such a short space of time (now at 9st 1lbs) and has made me unhappy with my body which I know is totally ridiculous but still difficult.
I appreciate any words of wisdom or experience that might help me in these early stages. I know it'll 'get easier' of course, that's not quite what I want to hear - at the moment I'm enjoying feeling sorry for myself! haha! 🙂
Thanks for reading!!