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So I've never been on a forum before and this is all new to me so please forgive me if I overshare! There has been a lot of new things in my life recently, so I guess all part of the experience, however as I am 50 I really wasn't expecting this.
I started getting ill in January 2019 and slowly got worse and worse - endless visits to the GP with them giving me a different reasons each time for the problems. In mid-October I collapsed and was admitted to A&E - I don't remember much of the next week as I was unconscious. When I came around I was told that I had been in severe DKA and almost died. The hospital consultant told me I was lucky to be alive but I had Type 1 Diabetes and would need to inject myself for the rest of my life in order to stay healthy. I was sent home with needles and insulin pens, very blurry eyesight and a large amount of fear.
So my diabetes journey started 4 months ago and I have to admit that I do feel lucky and very thankful to have survived the DKA however little did I realise (at the time of being released from hospital) what was to come. The rollercoaster ride of hypos (and the fear of not waking up in the night) and hypers - not to mention the endless injections, carbo counting and carrying "my kit" with me where ever I go. I have to admit I am struggling with it all.
So ....... does it get any better?
I started getting ill in January 2019 and slowly got worse and worse - endless visits to the GP with them giving me a different reasons each time for the problems. In mid-October I collapsed and was admitted to A&E - I don't remember much of the next week as I was unconscious. When I came around I was told that I had been in severe DKA and almost died. The hospital consultant told me I was lucky to be alive but I had Type 1 Diabetes and would need to inject myself for the rest of my life in order to stay healthy. I was sent home with needles and insulin pens, very blurry eyesight and a large amount of fear.
So my diabetes journey started 4 months ago and I have to admit that I do feel lucky and very thankful to have survived the DKA however little did I realise (at the time of being released from hospital) what was to come. The rollercoaster ride of hypos (and the fear of not waking up in the night) and hypers - not to mention the endless injections, carbo counting and carrying "my kit" with me where ever I go. I have to admit I am struggling with it all.
So ....... does it get any better?