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<blockquote data-quote="ashton12" data-source="post: 421294" data-attributes="member: 81781"><p>I read your story and felt compelled to share mine. You are going through exactly what I went through and what is a battle every day for me. Ive had type 1 for about 12 years. Up until about 6 years ago I managed it fairly well. Then I got complacent and when my relationship with my fiance ended I spiralled out of control. I stopped taking my insulin regularily. I guessed my dosage when I did take it. I could control my weight this way and like you I couldavoid waking up with a fat swollen face. My hba1c went from 8 to 11 but I felt fine so I kept abusing the power I had to control my weight. I dread the thoughts of putting on weight. Ive always been between 8.5 and 9.5 stone. I'm 5ft 5. Ive alwayseaten well and never had an eating disorder. After a couple of years I started to get pains in my legs feet and arms which became so debilitating I couldn't walk some days and even wearing clothes hurt my skin. I was diagnised with diabetic neuropathy. Im now on medication for this which numbs the pain. But even after this I still didnt stop the abuse and neglect. Things were fine for a good while. My boyfriend and I planned a holiday of a lifetime for my 40th birthday. It cost a fortune we were so excited. We had 6 wonderful days. I ate what I wanted to eat just like I did at home. Nothing excessive the odd sweet treat but didnt take my insulin as often as was required. One morning I woke up and just did not feel myself. I was so upset to be in bed missing the sunshine. I thought I could sleep it off. My boyfriend gave me a drink of water. I imediately threw it up. I tried again but it wouldn't stay down. I didnt have any pain but I knew something was wrong. My feet and legs had swollen up too. Eventually I just said get a doctor. My boyfriend called the emergency doctor. Within an hour I was rushed to hospital on a drip and was on the verge of a diabetic coma. I was pretty much out of it for three days and spent a further six days in a greek hospital. It was awful. Comunication with doctors was a struggle due to language barrier. Those first few days I was hooked up to four drips I qwasn't allowed to eat. I had to wear a catheter and a nappy as the stuff they were pumping into me made me unable to control my bodily functions. Sorry its dusgusting I know. Basically I was close to death. I ruined the holiday and my family were beside themselves with worry and unable to do anything as they were obviously thousands of miles away. My boyfriend stayed at my side throughout the ordeal. I was ecentually told that I had developed servere acute pancreatitis. I had a hba1c of 14. I had ketoacidocis when I was rushed in. I blew up to double my size from all the fluids being pumped into me. I had severe adema too. My arms were black and blue from the daily blood tests and drips. I wasnt allowed to fly until the adema subsided. When I did eventually get home. The adema swollen legs came back imediately. I was given water tablets butwas taken off them as my blood ppressure was so low. I had three weeks off work. That was two months aho and my feet are still swollen although they are improving slowly. I have low protein levels caused by the pancreatitis which is related to yhis adema. I have had fortnightly blood tests to check progress. My liver function suffered too. I think im almost back to normal now. Im back in touch with my diabetes nurse and a dietitian. Im a stone heavier than ive ever been and I feel disgusting but everyone tells me I look so much better and healthier. I just dont agree. However...I am hoping to start excercising soon and I check my bloods regularily through the day. Im carbohydrate countingnow which should help me to not take too much insulin which as we know all too well is the cause of weight gain. Im trying to eat a low gi diet so I don't feel hungry and ive cut out 99% of all the sweet stuff I loved. I do still have a little treat but I now know when to stop and take my insulin acordingly. I weigh 10 stone now but im hoping that when I start to excercise along with a low fat diet I will get back down to my preferred comfortable weight and get back into akl my lovely clothes. Ive learnt my lesson the hard way. I know my health is the most important thing but still my weight issues are at the forefront of my mind and that won't ever change but what has changed is that im now doing what I should he doing to get better and my family still have a daughter/sister/auntie. My mum was diagnosed with cancer while I was in hospital in greece. My family couldn't bare to tell me until I was safely home. She is doing well now...still poorly but hopefully on route to recovery......I have to stay well for her...it stops me feelibg sorry for myself.....I know this has heen a long winded story but please please please learn from it and start looking after yourself. Iwas minutes away from dying. This could so easily happen to you with no warning...perhaps you wont be so lucky. I wish you luck. Youre not alone with how you feel. Its really hard work to change your mind set but its worth it to still be hear for everyone I love and care about and those who love me back. Xx</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ashton12, post: 421294, member: 81781"] I read your story and felt compelled to share mine. You are going through exactly what I went through and what is a battle every day for me. Ive had type 1 for about 12 years. Up until about 6 years ago I managed it fairly well. Then I got complacent and when my relationship with my fiance ended I spiralled out of control. I stopped taking my insulin regularily. I guessed my dosage when I did take it. I could control my weight this way and like you I couldavoid waking up with a fat swollen face. My hba1c went from 8 to 11 but I felt fine so I kept abusing the power I had to control my weight. I dread the thoughts of putting on weight. Ive always been between 8.5 and 9.5 stone. I'm 5ft 5. Ive alwayseaten well and never had an eating disorder. After a couple of years I started to get pains in my legs feet and arms which became so debilitating I couldn't walk some days and even wearing clothes hurt my skin. I was diagnised with diabetic neuropathy. Im now on medication for this which numbs the pain. But even after this I still didnt stop the abuse and neglect. Things were fine for a good while. My boyfriend and I planned a holiday of a lifetime for my 40th birthday. It cost a fortune we were so excited. We had 6 wonderful days. I ate what I wanted to eat just like I did at home. Nothing excessive the odd sweet treat but didnt take my insulin as often as was required. One morning I woke up and just did not feel myself. I was so upset to be in bed missing the sunshine. I thought I could sleep it off. My boyfriend gave me a drink of water. I imediately threw it up. I tried again but it wouldn't stay down. I didnt have any pain but I knew something was wrong. My feet and legs had swollen up too. Eventually I just said get a doctor. My boyfriend called the emergency doctor. Within an hour I was rushed to hospital on a drip and was on the verge of a diabetic coma. I was pretty much out of it for three days and spent a further six days in a greek hospital. It was awful. Comunication with doctors was a struggle due to language barrier. Those first few days I was hooked up to four drips I qwasn't allowed to eat. I had to wear a catheter and a nappy as the stuff they were pumping into me made me unable to control my bodily functions. Sorry its dusgusting I know. Basically I was close to death. I ruined the holiday and my family were beside themselves with worry and unable to do anything as they were obviously thousands of miles away. My boyfriend stayed at my side throughout the ordeal. I was ecentually told that I had developed servere acute pancreatitis. I had a hba1c of 14. I had ketoacidocis when I was rushed in. I blew up to double my size from all the fluids being pumped into me. I had severe adema too. My arms were black and blue from the daily blood tests and drips. I wasnt allowed to fly until the adema subsided. When I did eventually get home. The adema swollen legs came back imediately. I was given water tablets butwas taken off them as my blood ppressure was so low. I had three weeks off work. That was two months aho and my feet are still swollen although they are improving slowly. I have low protein levels caused by the pancreatitis which is related to yhis adema. I have had fortnightly blood tests to check progress. My liver function suffered too. I think im almost back to normal now. Im back in touch with my diabetes nurse and a dietitian. Im a stone heavier than ive ever been and I feel disgusting but everyone tells me I look so much better and healthier. I just dont agree. However...I am hoping to start excercising soon and I check my bloods regularily through the day. Im carbohydrate countingnow which should help me to not take too much insulin which as we know all too well is the cause of weight gain. Im trying to eat a low gi diet so I don't feel hungry and ive cut out 99% of all the sweet stuff I loved. I do still have a little treat but I now know when to stop and take my insulin acordingly. I weigh 10 stone now but im hoping that when I start to excercise along with a low fat diet I will get back down to my preferred comfortable weight and get back into akl my lovely clothes. Ive learnt my lesson the hard way. I know my health is the most important thing but still my weight issues are at the forefront of my mind and that won't ever change but what has changed is that im now doing what I should he doing to get better and my family still have a daughter/sister/auntie. My mum was diagnosed with cancer while I was in hospital in greece. My family couldn't bare to tell me until I was safely home. She is doing well now...still poorly but hopefully on route to recovery......I have to stay well for her...it stops me feelibg sorry for myself.....I know this has heen a long winded story but please please please learn from it and start looking after yourself. Iwas minutes away from dying. This could so easily happen to you with no warning...perhaps you wont be so lucky. I wish you luck. Youre not alone with how you feel. Its really hard work to change your mind set but its worth it to still be hear for everyone I love and care about and those who love me back. Xx [/QUOTE]
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