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- Type of diabetes
- Type 1
- Treatment type
- Insulin
Hi all
Reading the stories on here it feels as though there is a theme, and, fingers crossed, it does get better
Here's my story (so far)
I went to my GP last Friday, to check out my tiredness and thirst, the doc took finger blood test that came out at 22.5 and a urine dip showed ketones at 3.5
She explained that it could be diabetes, and we agreed that I'd go back on Tuesday to speak to the practice nurse
I went to work as norm afterwards, then when I got home from work my phone was ringing off the hook, assuming it was PPI I didn't answer, but after 6th attempt something told me to pick up. It was my doc asking if I felt ok as my blood tests suggested that I shouldn't be, I explained I felt ok and we agreed I'd go back on Monday to see her
Half an hour later I got a call from the hospital, telling me I had to go In for further tests right away, I did, and within an hour I was on a ward being prepped for an insulin drip
It was all very whirlwind and I didn't have clue what was going on
The hospital said I would be admitted overnight for tests, but then when the doc came to see me he said that I could have metforin and go home.
I then went back to the docs on Monday, who then sent me back to the hospital to visit their diabetes unit, I did and met with the specialist nurse who explained the whole thing, explained that unit the bloods came back they were unsure if type 2, or type 1, but would treat me as type 1 to be safe
(Btw, if you're still reading this war and peace post then we'll done you)
I came home with a bag full gadgets and gizmos to measure and manage, have to do 2 insulin jabs p/d plus metforin tab once a day
Although it was all very well explained it is massively traumatising, I'd like to think I'm a strong guy, but I've just felt sad since thinking life will never be the same again, I know this will pass but the sooner the better
I'm trying to be optimistic that it will be type 2, or even better that they got the whole thing wrong and it's just something trivial (although I think we're passed this)
The common theme is though that there is a wilderness period, that we need support though
+ don't know if this is common, but I've not told anyone that doesn't need to know, it feels like a dirty secret, like something I've brought on myself, is this normal?
Thanks for reading, and well done!
Reading the stories on here it feels as though there is a theme, and, fingers crossed, it does get better
Here's my story (so far)
I went to my GP last Friday, to check out my tiredness and thirst, the doc took finger blood test that came out at 22.5 and a urine dip showed ketones at 3.5
She explained that it could be diabetes, and we agreed that I'd go back on Tuesday to speak to the practice nurse
I went to work as norm afterwards, then when I got home from work my phone was ringing off the hook, assuming it was PPI I didn't answer, but after 6th attempt something told me to pick up. It was my doc asking if I felt ok as my blood tests suggested that I shouldn't be, I explained I felt ok and we agreed I'd go back on Monday to see her
Half an hour later I got a call from the hospital, telling me I had to go In for further tests right away, I did, and within an hour I was on a ward being prepped for an insulin drip
It was all very whirlwind and I didn't have clue what was going on
The hospital said I would be admitted overnight for tests, but then when the doc came to see me he said that I could have metforin and go home.
I then went back to the docs on Monday, who then sent me back to the hospital to visit their diabetes unit, I did and met with the specialist nurse who explained the whole thing, explained that unit the bloods came back they were unsure if type 2, or type 1, but would treat me as type 1 to be safe
(Btw, if you're still reading this war and peace post then we'll done you)
I came home with a bag full gadgets and gizmos to measure and manage, have to do 2 insulin jabs p/d plus metforin tab once a day
Although it was all very well explained it is massively traumatising, I'd like to think I'm a strong guy, but I've just felt sad since thinking life will never be the same again, I know this will pass but the sooner the better
I'm trying to be optimistic that it will be type 2, or even better that they got the whole thing wrong and it's just something trivial (although I think we're passed this)
The common theme is though that there is a wilderness period, that we need support though
+ don't know if this is common, but I've not told anyone that doesn't need to know, it feels like a dirty secret, like something I've brought on myself, is this normal?
Thanks for reading, and well done!