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- 74
- Type of diabetes
- Type 1
- Treatment type
- Insulin
Hello,
I'm a newly diagnosed diagnosed type 1 diabetic as of the 23rd of July 2015. My mother told me to get a blood test as she noticed I had increased hunger, thirst, frequent visits to the toilet and oral thrush. After the uncomfortable experience of having a needle pushed into my vein to extract blood, I suddenly get told the next day I had type 1 diabetes and had to visit the hospital immediately as my blood sugar was quite high (27.3 mm/gl)
At first I was in absolute shock. I cried and cried countlessly for days on end in the hospital wishing that this was some sort of bad dream I wished I could have woke up out of. Unfortunately, I realised I couldn't and was told I'd just have to live with it. The nurses and my family told me that there was a lot worse I could have been diagnosed with: however in my mind at that moment the only thing worse than what I had could have been death.
It's now been a few weeks and it feels like I'm managing a lot better, even though it's a major pain in the *** . Carb counting, injections and constant glucose monitoring are just a few examples of why this disease is so ****. Not to mention stone-cold food as it takes so darn long to do all the carb counting and injections yadayadayada
And to make matters worse, being diagnosed with this right in the middle of the summer after my GCSE's when I should be relaxing.
Eurgh, this just really sucks. I miss my pre-diabetic life where I didn't have to do all this annoying stuff.
I'm a newly diagnosed diagnosed type 1 diabetic as of the 23rd of July 2015. My mother told me to get a blood test as she noticed I had increased hunger, thirst, frequent visits to the toilet and oral thrush. After the uncomfortable experience of having a needle pushed into my vein to extract blood, I suddenly get told the next day I had type 1 diabetes and had to visit the hospital immediately as my blood sugar was quite high (27.3 mm/gl)
At first I was in absolute shock. I cried and cried countlessly for days on end in the hospital wishing that this was some sort of bad dream I wished I could have woke up out of. Unfortunately, I realised I couldn't and was told I'd just have to live with it. The nurses and my family told me that there was a lot worse I could have been diagnosed with: however in my mind at that moment the only thing worse than what I had could have been death.
It's now been a few weeks and it feels like I'm managing a lot better, even though it's a major pain in the *** . Carb counting, injections and constant glucose monitoring are just a few examples of why this disease is so ****. Not to mention stone-cold food as it takes so darn long to do all the carb counting and injections yadayadayada
And to make matters worse, being diagnosed with this right in the middle of the summer after my GCSE's when I should be relaxing.
Eurgh, this just really sucks. I miss my pre-diabetic life where I didn't have to do all this annoying stuff.