Northerner
Admin (Retired)
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 1
...that I first fell really ill, five years ago. It was the Wednesday before the upcoming Bank Holiday and I had been out in the garden during the day. Hadn't felt particularly bad, just a little tired, but I was watching the football on the tv and suddenly felt really sick - never happens to me! So, from this point until Bank Holiday Monday I spent nearly all my time being very sick - I won't say my every waking hour because I hardly slept. Hadn't a clue what was going on, but not one for running off to the doctor's so I thought it was just a stomach bug that I could tough out. Maybe not. I couldn't even drink water and was rapidly losing weight - several pounds a day. A friend suggested getting some oral rehydration powders, which I did, but they wouldn't stay down either 
I remember losing track of time and date as things all started to blur into one dreadful experience. As it was the BH weekend by now I knew I would have to wait until Tuesday at the earliest to see my doctor, but by the Monday morning I felt so bad that I called for the ambulance. I lost 17lbs from Wednesday evening to Monday morning and tipped the scales at 8st 4 lbs. In A&E my blood sugar was 38 mmol/l and it was at that point that I first heard the word 'diabetes'. After that it was 8 days of seemingly endless blood tests and being moved from ward to ward. Every meal was accompanied by a plethora of pills and, of course an injection. The insulin instantly restored my appetite and I was eating everything that couldn't move fast enough to escape. I remember eating a scabby horse between two bread vans at one point.
So, Monday will be my diagnosis day! I'm mulling over what I might do to 'celebrate'...🙂
I remember losing track of time and date as things all started to blur into one dreadful experience. As it was the BH weekend by now I knew I would have to wait until Tuesday at the earliest to see my doctor, but by the Monday morning I felt so bad that I called for the ambulance. I lost 17lbs from Wednesday evening to Monday morning and tipped the scales at 8st 4 lbs. In A&E my blood sugar was 38 mmol/l and it was at that point that I first heard the word 'diabetes'. After that it was 8 days of seemingly endless blood tests and being moved from ward to ward. Every meal was accompanied by a plethora of pills and, of course an injection. The insulin instantly restored my appetite and I was eating everything that couldn't move fast enough to escape. I remember eating a scabby horse between two bread vans at one point.
So, Monday will be my diagnosis day! I'm mulling over what I might do to 'celebrate'...🙂