Hi there all, well I am new to the forum but not new to diabetes. I am currently in my 3rd year now and still feel a little un nerved by it all still. I have had quite a bad experience from my perspective with diabetes and think this is leading to me loosing momentum with feeling confident and willing to fight.
I first diagnosed in May 2011, when I collapsed on the side of the road throwing up and nearly unconscious. I was rushed into hospital to not only find I was diabetic with blood sugars running at 35+ but was in a state of ketonacidosis. After sitting on an insulin driver for 2 days, I was sent home by the diabetic team with metformin and insulin. Metformin because I'm carrying weight and insulin because of my age. The diabetic team openly admitted they didn't know what to do with me, because I was too young for type 2 at the age of 25 but because of my weight that automatically put me into the type 2 category.
Even though, I had been tested for pre diabetes numerous amounts of times before, and that this was quite a quick onset of diabetes (pointing to diabetes), I was told quite blatantly "I was too fat to be a type 1", has anyone else experienced this blatant disregard for respect for someone when they are feeling pretty low in themselves already?!
Anyway, for the next couple of months, I was on meds, and insulin was withdrawn from my regime. And this is where the downward spiral began...hospital nearly every other month with ketonacidosis, numerous yeast and thrush infections, tired all the time and I was ready to give up! I really was. All I wanted was to be treated properly without someone judging me and cutting corners, because they judged me on my weight.
Finally by the end of last year and being rushed into hospital with another state of ketonacidosis and my kidneys breaking down and sugars just climbing and climbing, I was hospitalised again, again told I was "too fat" and that although I already had an autoimmune disease (under active thyroid), this did not denote another autouimmune disease (type 1 diabetes), I was given the dreaded xenitide(pancreas stimulating drug) and on my merry way. Well that didn't work either, no lower blood sugars, just a very painful pancreas.
I was then sent to a lovely diabetic unit, just round the corner from me and haven't looked back since. I am now carb counting everything I eat, so rapid acting insulin up to about 6-8 times a day, slow acting insulin in the evenings and metformin, so that my tubby little self with absorb the insulin I'm putting in. By no means are my sugars under control, they still go haywire, but my diabetic nurse "it's a blip" and she fantastic at looking at the long term, instead or right now. I couldn't do it without her (or my family) and hey not bad for some who is too fat to a be a type 1 and not require insulin, ay?!
Thanks for listening and any tips or tricks on what to do next and how to keep my chin up will be appreciated...
Sammie
I first diagnosed in May 2011, when I collapsed on the side of the road throwing up and nearly unconscious. I was rushed into hospital to not only find I was diabetic with blood sugars running at 35+ but was in a state of ketonacidosis. After sitting on an insulin driver for 2 days, I was sent home by the diabetic team with metformin and insulin. Metformin because I'm carrying weight and insulin because of my age. The diabetic team openly admitted they didn't know what to do with me, because I was too young for type 2 at the age of 25 but because of my weight that automatically put me into the type 2 category.
Even though, I had been tested for pre diabetes numerous amounts of times before, and that this was quite a quick onset of diabetes (pointing to diabetes), I was told quite blatantly "I was too fat to be a type 1", has anyone else experienced this blatant disregard for respect for someone when they are feeling pretty low in themselves already?!
Anyway, for the next couple of months, I was on meds, and insulin was withdrawn from my regime. And this is where the downward spiral began...hospital nearly every other month with ketonacidosis, numerous yeast and thrush infections, tired all the time and I was ready to give up! I really was. All I wanted was to be treated properly without someone judging me and cutting corners, because they judged me on my weight.
Finally by the end of last year and being rushed into hospital with another state of ketonacidosis and my kidneys breaking down and sugars just climbing and climbing, I was hospitalised again, again told I was "too fat" and that although I already had an autoimmune disease (under active thyroid), this did not denote another autouimmune disease (type 1 diabetes), I was given the dreaded xenitide(pancreas stimulating drug) and on my merry way. Well that didn't work either, no lower blood sugars, just a very painful pancreas.
I was then sent to a lovely diabetic unit, just round the corner from me and haven't looked back since. I am now carb counting everything I eat, so rapid acting insulin up to about 6-8 times a day, slow acting insulin in the evenings and metformin, so that my tubby little self with absorb the insulin I'm putting in. By no means are my sugars under control, they still go haywire, but my diabetic nurse "it's a blip" and she fantastic at looking at the long term, instead or right now. I couldn't do it without her (or my family) and hey not bad for some who is too fat to a be a type 1 and not require insulin, ay?!
Thanks for listening and any tips or tricks on what to do next and how to keep my chin up will be appreciated...
Sammie
