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Hi forum!
I'm 43yrs old, male, and was yesterday diagnosed as having Type 2 Diabetes following a blood test taken after I'd gone to the doc's with "slightly tingly feet". He said blood sugar levels were over twice what they should be and that my vitamin D levels wre "shockingly low". He told me he was referring me to something /someone called "Desmond" (not the barber, surely?) and then to give him a sample of urine, to which he said, "Yep, definitely sugar in there" before going to talk to someone out in the corridor. He did some response tests on my feet/toes (I still have feeling in all of them, just this accompanying low-level tingly buzz, like pins and needles that have all-but gone) then handed me a Microdot+ meter. He wrote out a prescription for (checks) 30 x Pro D3 10,000 IU (take three times per week) and a repeat prescription for Simvistatin 40mg (1 per night), Glucophage 500mg (1 per day for one week, then 2 per day for 1 week, then 3 per day going forward), 100 Microdot+ lancets and 100 Microdot+ strips. Then he sent me to the nurse to get a flu jab and a blood sugar testing form, which shows when the nurse wants me to test and record my blood sugar levels for the next fortnight, when I have another appointment with her.
It's not the diabetes that's scaring me. It's not the exercise that I'm going to have to get to - I know I need to exercise, I'm choosing to see this as just a terrific incentive in that regard - and it's not even the foodstuffs, in and of themselves; broccoli? Pumpkon seeds? Wholemeal bread instead of evil white bread? Lovely! But the associated hoopla with getting these things right - that's scaring me. By the time I'd finished at the doc's and the chemist's yesterday it was lunchtime. What to have from our as-yet-undiabetisized (is that a word? It is now!) larder? I hesitantly went with: A tomato. And a black coffee, no sugar. I always have milk and two sugars but, well, you know. So, since I'm a big fan of westerns I decided to pretend I was an improbable and taciturn 19th-century gunfighter, for whom black-no-sugar would've been the coffee presentation of choice. Helped me get it down and keep it down, anyways. Yee bloody ha. Later on I tried one of the many flavoured teas I've got in store (I buy them to be windswept and interesting but, in truth, they're all a bit revolting, aren't they?). Mint flavoured green tea. No sugar. Harder to keep down than the coffee tbh, but I might be able to develop a taste for them. Maybe. But later, the wife and I shared a tin of sardines in mango & peppercorn sauce. It was lovely, but tasted to me to be made entirely of sugar. I had to bin it.
Is this how it is now? Am I going to panic about everything I try? Is my wife? She went downstairs this morning to make us a coffee and bring it back up to bed. She came upstairs crying. Why? She wanted to make me a spot of breakfast too; nothing fancy, just to surprise me with a couple of slices of toast, or a bowl of cornflakes or something. But in starting to make the breakfast, she became frozen up with not knowing what to make for the best; in the end, she didn't dare make anything. She also didn't make herself anything in case it came across as "rubbing my nose in it". I cried too then. Because I love her, you know?
I don't even know why I'm writing any of this. I've forgotten what my point was. Maybe I just needed to write it, and that was the point. Oh well.
Anyway: Howdy, everyone. I've only had a cursory glance around the site but it seems nice. I'd like to stick around for a while, if I may.
I'm 43yrs old, male, and was yesterday diagnosed as having Type 2 Diabetes following a blood test taken after I'd gone to the doc's with "slightly tingly feet". He said blood sugar levels were over twice what they should be and that my vitamin D levels wre "shockingly low". He told me he was referring me to something /someone called "Desmond" (not the barber, surely?) and then to give him a sample of urine, to which he said, "Yep, definitely sugar in there" before going to talk to someone out in the corridor. He did some response tests on my feet/toes (I still have feeling in all of them, just this accompanying low-level tingly buzz, like pins and needles that have all-but gone) then handed me a Microdot+ meter. He wrote out a prescription for (checks) 30 x Pro D3 10,000 IU (take three times per week) and a repeat prescription for Simvistatin 40mg (1 per night), Glucophage 500mg (1 per day for one week, then 2 per day for 1 week, then 3 per day going forward), 100 Microdot+ lancets and 100 Microdot+ strips. Then he sent me to the nurse to get a flu jab and a blood sugar testing form, which shows when the nurse wants me to test and record my blood sugar levels for the next fortnight, when I have another appointment with her.
It's not the diabetes that's scaring me. It's not the exercise that I'm going to have to get to - I know I need to exercise, I'm choosing to see this as just a terrific incentive in that regard - and it's not even the foodstuffs, in and of themselves; broccoli? Pumpkon seeds? Wholemeal bread instead of evil white bread? Lovely! But the associated hoopla with getting these things right - that's scaring me. By the time I'd finished at the doc's and the chemist's yesterday it was lunchtime. What to have from our as-yet-undiabetisized (is that a word? It is now!) larder? I hesitantly went with: A tomato. And a black coffee, no sugar. I always have milk and two sugars but, well, you know. So, since I'm a big fan of westerns I decided to pretend I was an improbable and taciturn 19th-century gunfighter, for whom black-no-sugar would've been the coffee presentation of choice. Helped me get it down and keep it down, anyways. Yee bloody ha. Later on I tried one of the many flavoured teas I've got in store (I buy them to be windswept and interesting but, in truth, they're all a bit revolting, aren't they?). Mint flavoured green tea. No sugar. Harder to keep down than the coffee tbh, but I might be able to develop a taste for them. Maybe. But later, the wife and I shared a tin of sardines in mango & peppercorn sauce. It was lovely, but tasted to me to be made entirely of sugar. I had to bin it.
Is this how it is now? Am I going to panic about everything I try? Is my wife? She went downstairs this morning to make us a coffee and bring it back up to bed. She came upstairs crying. Why? She wanted to make me a spot of breakfast too; nothing fancy, just to surprise me with a couple of slices of toast, or a bowl of cornflakes or something. But in starting to make the breakfast, she became frozen up with not knowing what to make for the best; in the end, she didn't dare make anything. She also didn't make herself anything in case it came across as "rubbing my nose in it". I cried too then. Because I love her, you know?
I don't even know why I'm writing any of this. I've forgotten what my point was. Maybe I just needed to write it, and that was the point. Oh well.
Anyway: Howdy, everyone. I've only had a cursory glance around the site but it seems nice. I'd like to stick around for a while, if I may.