- Messages
- 24
- Type of diabetes
- Type 2
- Treatment type
- Insulin
Greetings everyone,
I was very recently diagnosed with Diabetes 2 in hospital. I have been PreDiabetic for 16 years since I suffered a major stroke back in Y2K, then after a chain of events in September, I finally fell off the cliff. I must say at 58 this is the biggest change for me in regards to a medical emergency. I´m a British Expat living in the Hungarian Puszta (Hungarian Small Plain), 65 clicks east of Budapest the capital. The town I live in is a small town with about 14,000 residents, more of a village mentality than a larger town. Although my Hungarian is not great, I get by.
I have lived in Budapest and then in 2002 bought a small semi-detached house with a large garden. I used to commute, but when the recession hit here in 2010, half of my students whom I was teaching lost their jobs and steady income, so decided to switch to country life from a big city to living here full time.
I suffered a nasty bout of chronic pancreatitis 6 years ago for which I spent a few days in hospital, but apart from maybe felling a pain sometimes after eating too much fatty food, I thought I was out of the woods. Then 5 weeks ago I banged and scraped my ankle on my iron gate, it got infected and became swollen like a balloon.
I went to my local GP and it was all bandaged up, the original wound healed, but the swelling moved to my foot, then it turned blue and dark crimson. Then about 10 days in I decided to try and stop smoking, I managed to gorge a whole bag of 16 mini snickers. Then I got this incredible thirst and dry mouth, drinking litre upon litre, some of which was flavoured mineral water probably containing lots of sugar. Having to hobble to the toilet on my very painful foot was no fun.
Then on the Wednesday went back to my GP, got a time to visit a trauma doctor at the local health clinic and take a blood and urine test, the results would only be ready the next morning which was a Friday.
I then picket up the sheet of paper with my lab results and shot off to my doctor whom fortunately had surgery time noon to 4pm. There was the usual gaggle of locals
in the waiting room, which meant a 2 to maybe 4 hour wait. I then began to feel quite dizzy and knew something was wrong, so just sneaked in as 1 patient was exiting the doctors room. I handed my lab results to the doctor, when he saw that my blood glucose was 29, he said I needed to go straight to hospital, knowing that you must bring your own cutlery and cups, the doctor told me to go straight home and the ambulance would come and pick me up at my house. about 45 minutes later the ambulance came, that´s village life norm. The nearest hospital, or rather the one for my county was about a 30 to 40 minute drive.
I spent a week in Cegled hospital and only today I got to meet the local Diabetologia dr in the health centre building. I was not impressed, after monitoring my blood sugar which was 12, he seemed very stressed and 10 minutes time was all I got, and told I should come back in February.
The hospital was top notch, the staff
very efficient and friendly,
I was given 2 insulin pens and a blood glucose monitor, along with a pile of info, but all in Hungarian which I´m still struggling with after 20 years.
I was scared to death of logging onto the net and googling up Diabetes 2 info.
Nobody told me, or maybe they did and I didn´t hear how often I was supposed to change the syringe needles on the pen. 2 different friends who were diabetic told me they changed their needles everyday. Finally after visiting my GP he told me once week was enough or once every 4 days if I wanted which was a relief to hear. I´m needing sleep so will continue Part 2 tomorrow or very soon. Goodnight and much lovefrom the Puzsta . Tim
I was very recently diagnosed with Diabetes 2 in hospital. I have been PreDiabetic for 16 years since I suffered a major stroke back in Y2K, then after a chain of events in September, I finally fell off the cliff. I must say at 58 this is the biggest change for me in regards to a medical emergency. I´m a British Expat living in the Hungarian Puszta (Hungarian Small Plain), 65 clicks east of Budapest the capital. The town I live in is a small town with about 14,000 residents, more of a village mentality than a larger town. Although my Hungarian is not great, I get by.
I have lived in Budapest and then in 2002 bought a small semi-detached house with a large garden. I used to commute, but when the recession hit here in 2010, half of my students whom I was teaching lost their jobs and steady income, so decided to switch to country life from a big city to living here full time.
I suffered a nasty bout of chronic pancreatitis 6 years ago for which I spent a few days in hospital, but apart from maybe felling a pain sometimes after eating too much fatty food, I thought I was out of the woods. Then 5 weeks ago I banged and scraped my ankle on my iron gate, it got infected and became swollen like a balloon.
I went to my local GP and it was all bandaged up, the original wound healed, but the swelling moved to my foot, then it turned blue and dark crimson. Then about 10 days in I decided to try and stop smoking, I managed to gorge a whole bag of 16 mini snickers. Then I got this incredible thirst and dry mouth, drinking litre upon litre, some of which was flavoured mineral water probably containing lots of sugar. Having to hobble to the toilet on my very painful foot was no fun.
Then on the Wednesday went back to my GP, got a time to visit a trauma doctor at the local health clinic and take a blood and urine test, the results would only be ready the next morning which was a Friday.
I then picket up the sheet of paper with my lab results and shot off to my doctor whom fortunately had surgery time noon to 4pm. There was the usual gaggle of locals
in the waiting room, which meant a 2 to maybe 4 hour wait. I then began to feel quite dizzy and knew something was wrong, so just sneaked in as 1 patient was exiting the doctors room. I handed my lab results to the doctor, when he saw that my blood glucose was 29, he said I needed to go straight to hospital, knowing that you must bring your own cutlery and cups, the doctor told me to go straight home and the ambulance would come and pick me up at my house. about 45 minutes later the ambulance came, that´s village life norm. The nearest hospital, or rather the one for my county was about a 30 to 40 minute drive.I spent a week in Cegled hospital and only today I got to meet the local Diabetologia dr in the health centre building. I was not impressed, after monitoring my blood sugar which was 12, he seemed very stressed and 10 minutes time was all I got, and told I should come back in February.
The hospital was top notch, the staff
very efficient and friendly, I was given 2 insulin pens and a blood glucose monitor, along with a pile of info, but all in Hungarian
which I´m still struggling with after 20 years. I was scared to death of logging onto the net and googling up Diabetes 2 info.
Nobody told me, or maybe they did and I didn´t hear how often I was supposed to change the syringe needles on the pen. 2 different friends who were diabetic told me they changed their needles everyday. Finally after visiting my GP he told me once week was enough or once every 4 days if I wanted which was a relief to hear. I´m needing sleep so will continue Part 2 tomorrow or very soon. Goodnight and much love
from the Puzsta . Tim 
