GoRachel1989
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- Trinidad and Tobago
- Type of diabetes
- Type 1
- Treatment type
- Insulin
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Diabetes
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Hello everyone... I'm not sure where to start. I'm 26 years old and basically new to all of this, and it's hard for me not to feel overwhelmed right now.
In the last week of May, I was rushed to the hospital. My mother had called the ambulance because I wouldn't stop vomiting... but there were other symptoms as well (frequent thirst and urination, dehydration, weakness and fatigue.) Turns out it was diabetic ketoacidosis. My blood sugar was in the 400s. I had already lost a lot of weight and looked like a dried up twig. (I had always been underweight and very skinny - I've had trouble gaining weight practically all my life, but this time it was worse...) The doctors at the hospital told me that I was diabetic and I was placed on drips and insulin infusion (along with having a catheter inserted through my urethra), before transferring me to another hospital (the next one apparently had the facilities to treat me properly.) I was hospitalized for about 5 days and 4 nights, before finally being discharged. The doctors at the hospital suspected Type 1, because I apparently showed signs consistent with it... However, they did not have the facilities to conduct the blood test for anti-GAD antibodies, so I had to get it done at a private lab. Needless to say, it cost a pretty penny. Last week, I saw the doctor for my follow-up visit, and she confirmed that it was Type 1 upon reviewing my blood test results.
Strangely enough, when I first heard that I was diabetic, I was not all that distressed... I guess I was just trying to stay positive. But now it's hard not to worry about everything. I am especially worried that I would not be able to effectively manage this illness due to financial constraints, and that my health and quality of life would suffer terribly for it - if not now, then in the future. I am also worried about the quality of care that I would receive, or at least be able to afford. I have to find a new job, because what I was doing before would not be conducive to my self-management at all - especially when it comes to storing and taking my insulin, as well as having my meals on time. I also suffer from depressive episodes (I was told that it was Bipolar II Disorder by a psychiatrist, some time before all of this madness took place. I was prescribed medication for it, but recently had it changed by another doc after I stopped taking the old ones - I didn't like how they made me feel, particularly the Depakote... However, since I ended up in the hospital, I had stopped taking the new ones as well.) The last few days in the hospital were depressing, and I felt like I was cracking up. It took me some days before I started crying - I wanted to go home, and all sorts of negative thoughts were swimming around in my mind.
I've always felt isolated from others... but now I feel more alone than ever. I guess I joined this forum so that I could have an outlet to talk about my Diabetes-related issues - that way I don't offload too much onto my family and friends. I do not like feeling as if I am a burden unto others, but that is how I feel - moreso now than ever before. That said, I am very much interested in the discussions here, and I hope to join in on many of them myself. I have a lot to learn... I know this.
Sorry for the long post... I wasn't expecting to type so much, but it just kept flowing out.
In the last week of May, I was rushed to the hospital. My mother had called the ambulance because I wouldn't stop vomiting... but there were other symptoms as well (frequent thirst and urination, dehydration, weakness and fatigue.) Turns out it was diabetic ketoacidosis. My blood sugar was in the 400s. I had already lost a lot of weight and looked like a dried up twig. (I had always been underweight and very skinny - I've had trouble gaining weight practically all my life, but this time it was worse...) The doctors at the hospital told me that I was diabetic and I was placed on drips and insulin infusion (along with having a catheter inserted through my urethra), before transferring me to another hospital (the next one apparently had the facilities to treat me properly.) I was hospitalized for about 5 days and 4 nights, before finally being discharged. The doctors at the hospital suspected Type 1, because I apparently showed signs consistent with it... However, they did not have the facilities to conduct the blood test for anti-GAD antibodies, so I had to get it done at a private lab. Needless to say, it cost a pretty penny. Last week, I saw the doctor for my follow-up visit, and she confirmed that it was Type 1 upon reviewing my blood test results.
Strangely enough, when I first heard that I was diabetic, I was not all that distressed... I guess I was just trying to stay positive. But now it's hard not to worry about everything. I am especially worried that I would not be able to effectively manage this illness due to financial constraints, and that my health and quality of life would suffer terribly for it - if not now, then in the future. I am also worried about the quality of care that I would receive, or at least be able to afford. I have to find a new job, because what I was doing before would not be conducive to my self-management at all - especially when it comes to storing and taking my insulin, as well as having my meals on time. I also suffer from depressive episodes (I was told that it was Bipolar II Disorder by a psychiatrist, some time before all of this madness took place. I was prescribed medication for it, but recently had it changed by another doc after I stopped taking the old ones - I didn't like how they made me feel, particularly the Depakote... However, since I ended up in the hospital, I had stopped taking the new ones as well.) The last few days in the hospital were depressing, and I felt like I was cracking up. It took me some days before I started crying - I wanted to go home, and all sorts of negative thoughts were swimming around in my mind.
I've always felt isolated from others... but now I feel more alone than ever. I guess I joined this forum so that I could have an outlet to talk about my Diabetes-related issues - that way I don't offload too much onto my family and friends. I do not like feeling as if I am a burden unto others, but that is how I feel - moreso now than ever before. That said, I am very much interested in the discussions here, and I hope to join in on many of them myself. I have a lot to learn... I know this.
Sorry for the long post... I wasn't expecting to type so much, but it just kept flowing out.