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- Type of diabetes
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- Insulin
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- BG spikes, Nazis, papercuts.
Hi there, I’m a 38 year old man, recently diagnosed with 1.5, although yet to be confirmed by c-peptide tests. I believe I was misdiagnosed back in the UK with type 2, but something didn’t feel right with the scenario I was presenting – I’m very fit and healthy, regular gym goer, of optimal weight and a smug nutritional know-it-all to boot. I can actually put a date to the onset of symptoms, which was just 3 weeks ago, where I developed a terrible thirst and couldn’t hold my bladder for more than an hour at a time. I also lost around 3-5 kilos, which I've since struggled to put back on.
So with an inkling something was wrong in the diagnosis I flew out to Hungary (I’m half-Hungarian and always rated the doctors out here), and they deemed my BG numbers (which were all over the place, from 11 mmol/L to the high 19s) erratic enough to warrant a saline/insulin drip to get the levels down. The speed at which my levels dropped from 16 mmol/L to 9 on the day made the doctor confident that this whole auto-immune attack was only around a month old – maybe this was a hunch based on her past experience, but I happily took it.
The doctor here scoffed at the previous UK diagnosis – my British GP had claimed that the absence of ketones in my urine ‘proved’ that I couldn’t have Type 1, but the Hungarians insist that this does not necessarily follow. In London I was put on 500g Metformin, but over here it’s been switched to 1x1000mg slow-release Merckformin, and a 10 unit dose of Lantus each night.
So I’ve been on insulin for a couple of days now, and it’s been scary how quickly all this paraphernalia has become normal. I woke up this morning with a fasting reading of 7.4, which is my lowest yet, and was ecstatic. I was advised I might be able to phase out the insulin, given the progress I was making. But then I hit a bump in the road earlier today when I had sweet potato for lunch, in amongst some other roast vegetables. My BG shot up to 16.9 (from maybe 9.4) within 45 minutes, and I felt pretty rotten too. Who in the holy hell told us we can eat sweet potato? It’s the devil! The worst part was I was quite happy to go low carb, but my doctor had insisted I maintain 150 carbs a day for brain function. Not sure I can manage it without major spikes all day long. Stupid brain.
Not sure what it means in terms of potentially weening myself off the insulin now – is it likely? Or does it mean nothing? Will I ever get to drink a beer again? Or faceplant into a pizza?
So with an inkling something was wrong in the diagnosis I flew out to Hungary (I’m half-Hungarian and always rated the doctors out here), and they deemed my BG numbers (which were all over the place, from 11 mmol/L to the high 19s) erratic enough to warrant a saline/insulin drip to get the levels down. The speed at which my levels dropped from 16 mmol/L to 9 on the day made the doctor confident that this whole auto-immune attack was only around a month old – maybe this was a hunch based on her past experience, but I happily took it.
The doctor here scoffed at the previous UK diagnosis – my British GP had claimed that the absence of ketones in my urine ‘proved’ that I couldn’t have Type 1, but the Hungarians insist that this does not necessarily follow. In London I was put on 500g Metformin, but over here it’s been switched to 1x1000mg slow-release Merckformin, and a 10 unit dose of Lantus each night.
So I’ve been on insulin for a couple of days now, and it’s been scary how quickly all this paraphernalia has become normal. I woke up this morning with a fasting reading of 7.4, which is my lowest yet, and was ecstatic. I was advised I might be able to phase out the insulin, given the progress I was making. But then I hit a bump in the road earlier today when I had sweet potato for lunch, in amongst some other roast vegetables. My BG shot up to 16.9 (from maybe 9.4) within 45 minutes, and I felt pretty rotten too. Who in the holy hell told us we can eat sweet potato? It’s the devil! The worst part was I was quite happy to go low carb, but my doctor had insisted I maintain 150 carbs a day for brain function. Not sure I can manage it without major spikes all day long. Stupid brain.
Not sure what it means in terms of potentially weening myself off the insulin now – is it likely? Or does it mean nothing? Will I ever get to drink a beer again? Or faceplant into a pizza?
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