Hi all,
I've spent the weekend browsing the forum, and decided to join up today. You all seem like a jolly decent bunch.
I was diagnosed at the end of May, after being taken to hospital in DKA. Currently on fixed Novorapid (8,8,6) and Lantus (20).
I was alright at first, then had a huge set back when my nurse told me I'd been misdiagnosed and was actually T2 - this despite me being significantly underweight, always active, always having lived a healthy lifestyle. I called her back to confirm and she said yep, absolutely T2, you will come off insulin and then we will put you on tablets. Couldn't speak to a consultant, my GP is as useful as a chocolate teapot etc...At first I felt a bit of relief, but then I started to feel incredibly worried about what on earth had gone wrong for me to get T2. I restricted my carb intake and started to feel horrendous. No energy, so down. It was a month before I could speak to any other HCP. When I did speak to the consultant, she didn't even know I'd been told there was a misdiagnosis, and said it's absolutely T1. So I was again relieved, but left to deal with the diagnosis for a second time round.
That was about three weeks ago, and I've upped my carbs again - though still nowhere near the amount I ate pre-diagnosis.
I'm stuck in a fear of eating / loss of appetite loop. Eating feels very restricted, I can't snack. But for the past fortnight, nothing really appeals to me and I'm genuinely having to force food down. I've not had a decent nights sleep since two weeks after I came out of hospital - so mid June. I wake up every hour, spend long periods awake etc. I feel so down, I'm crying every day. I'm exhausted, my back hurts...
It's not even the diagnosis that I'm upset about - it's the complete lack of care and support from the diabetes team. I don't need them to hold my hand, but I did need them to a)not mess me around over my diagnosis and b)listen to my concerns about restricted eating (they know I have a history of disordered eating).
Sorry this isn't the most cheery first post...I suppose I needed to get it all off my chest. I have a wonderful supportive partner and family, and luckily I am seeing a psychiatrist who specialises in T1D this week, too.
I've spent the weekend browsing the forum, and decided to join up today. You all seem like a jolly decent bunch.
I was diagnosed at the end of May, after being taken to hospital in DKA. Currently on fixed Novorapid (8,8,6) and Lantus (20).
I was alright at first, then had a huge set back when my nurse told me I'd been misdiagnosed and was actually T2 - this despite me being significantly underweight, always active, always having lived a healthy lifestyle. I called her back to confirm and she said yep, absolutely T2, you will come off insulin and then we will put you on tablets. Couldn't speak to a consultant, my GP is as useful as a chocolate teapot etc...At first I felt a bit of relief, but then I started to feel incredibly worried about what on earth had gone wrong for me to get T2. I restricted my carb intake and started to feel horrendous. No energy, so down. It was a month before I could speak to any other HCP. When I did speak to the consultant, she didn't even know I'd been told there was a misdiagnosis, and said it's absolutely T1. So I was again relieved, but left to deal with the diagnosis for a second time round.
That was about three weeks ago, and I've upped my carbs again - though still nowhere near the amount I ate pre-diagnosis.
I'm stuck in a fear of eating / loss of appetite loop. Eating feels very restricted, I can't snack. But for the past fortnight, nothing really appeals to me and I'm genuinely having to force food down. I've not had a decent nights sleep since two weeks after I came out of hospital - so mid June. I wake up every hour, spend long periods awake etc. I feel so down, I'm crying every day. I'm exhausted, my back hurts...
It's not even the diagnosis that I'm upset about - it's the complete lack of care and support from the diabetes team. I don't need them to hold my hand, but I did need them to a)not mess me around over my diagnosis and b)listen to my concerns about restricted eating (they know I have a history of disordered eating).
Sorry this isn't the most cheery first post...I suppose I needed to get it all off my chest. I have a wonderful supportive partner and family, and luckily I am seeing a psychiatrist who specialises in T1D this week, too.