BaffledGary
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- Type of diabetes
- Type 2
I don’t really know where to begin.
Three and half years ago I was told that I’m pre diabetic. I didn’t get any other information from the nurse, just the same old lose weight blah. They never contacted me for another screening, so being a man I buried my head in the sand and carried on.
I think it was early 2014 when I started to notice the classic symptoms of t2. Insatiable thirst, and a gold medal in the peeing event. Again stupidly buried my head. Then I went to the opticians and had my eyes tested and got my new scrip for the specs and at 1st they was great but after a while I noticed I couldn’t see properly through them so went back to the optician and told her. She said… there are two causes; one is that it’s just a thing with our eyes, and the 2nd is diabetes. At this point I decided that head buying wasn’t a good idea, and tried to make an appointment with my usual doc, only to be told I now live outside their catchment area and would have to register at a practice nearer to me. So I went off to the local practice and was given an appointment with the nurse, in 3 months…… subsequently I went to the nurse and she registered me and weighed me etc, but didn’t mention diabetes. I know I should have told her but I just wanted to get out of there. That was early 2016.
Around may I got a letter from the nursing team suggesting I go for a blood test as my medical records show im an high risk of t2. So I ring them and make an appointment in July. Great I got to see the nurse two days later and she duly took a massive vat of my blood for testing, and I thought she said she will phone me on Friday with the results… Friday came and went no phone call, Monday to Thursday following week came and went same, no phone call, so I phoned instead, and asked… oh blood test results can you phone after one but before 2pm.. so the next day I did and was told… oh yes, make an appointment with your doctor when you can…. I phoned the automated service and got an appointment with a doctor in 4 weeks.
On the day of my appointment I arrived at the surgery full of dread, I knew what was coming deep down. As I waited for my name to be buzzed up on the screen for me and all the surgery waiting room to see, my mind was racing with all worries that come with being t2.. amputations, prodding and pokings, eye tests, blood tests, trying to manage my diet, which is what has lead me to this horrible situation to start with, what will I replace all my favourite starchy carbs with.. im doomed to a life of starvation and deprivation, and lots more feeling sorry for myselfness.
Finally my names up.. Gary e to the red room…. I knock and enter… the doctor then asks me what he can do for me K I said well I’ve been asked to see you about my blood test results… he looks at the computer screen, ahh yes.. you had a blood test… FOUR WEEKS ago! i nodded, not quite sure what to say… then he said.. well you are diabetic, and it will need to be controlled by tablets and he prints off a prescription for me. Then goes on to tell me about why im diabetic and what foods I cant eat, just as I suspected no spuds, no bread no pasta no rice no cakes chocolate pastry or anything I the world that is nice. ( I’m paraphrasing) then asks me if I understood what he’s just told me… I nod.. like the dog from the insurance advert. Then ohh better do your bp while youre here… two arm crushing readings later.. well that’s a little higher than we like for people with diabetes.. bottom reading was around 100. He looks at the screen again and says I can’t understand why they didn’t do a liver function test when they did your blood sugar one. Make an appointment with the nurse for that. He then prints off my prescription and sends me on my way..
That was the Tuesday a week today.
Since then I’ve been left reeling in my head. How will I cope, with the new diet, how will I remember to take my tablets every day .. How will I cope with the prodding and poking from the diabetes care team. Ive shed more than a few self-pitying tears, but inside I know there’s only one person to blame and that’s my self. 16 years of stuffing myself with my favourite grub and not thinking about the consequences has finally bore its revenge.
Should I do what the doctor said and simply cut out all the starchy carbs? Isn’t there a good alternative to them? I know I need to lose weight. That’s been apparent all my life. I think this diagnosis is the final straw for me. I’m not sure how I’ll cope with the diet restrictions. If I fancy anything bad I just think about having a leg ulcer or something nasty and the craving goes.
So the points on life’s rail track have been changed for me and the tunnel has no light at the moment.
I hope I can manage it, and keep it under control.. I know it wont be easy though.
Three and half years ago I was told that I’m pre diabetic. I didn’t get any other information from the nurse, just the same old lose weight blah. They never contacted me for another screening, so being a man I buried my head in the sand and carried on.
I think it was early 2014 when I started to notice the classic symptoms of t2. Insatiable thirst, and a gold medal in the peeing event. Again stupidly buried my head. Then I went to the opticians and had my eyes tested and got my new scrip for the specs and at 1st they was great but after a while I noticed I couldn’t see properly through them so went back to the optician and told her. She said… there are two causes; one is that it’s just a thing with our eyes, and the 2nd is diabetes. At this point I decided that head buying wasn’t a good idea, and tried to make an appointment with my usual doc, only to be told I now live outside their catchment area and would have to register at a practice nearer to me. So I went off to the local practice and was given an appointment with the nurse, in 3 months…… subsequently I went to the nurse and she registered me and weighed me etc, but didn’t mention diabetes. I know I should have told her but I just wanted to get out of there. That was early 2016.
Around may I got a letter from the nursing team suggesting I go for a blood test as my medical records show im an high risk of t2. So I ring them and make an appointment in July. Great I got to see the nurse two days later and she duly took a massive vat of my blood for testing, and I thought she said she will phone me on Friday with the results… Friday came and went no phone call, Monday to Thursday following week came and went same, no phone call, so I phoned instead, and asked… oh blood test results can you phone after one but before 2pm.. so the next day I did and was told… oh yes, make an appointment with your doctor when you can…. I phoned the automated service and got an appointment with a doctor in 4 weeks.
On the day of my appointment I arrived at the surgery full of dread, I knew what was coming deep down. As I waited for my name to be buzzed up on the screen for me and all the surgery waiting room to see, my mind was racing with all worries that come with being t2.. amputations, prodding and pokings, eye tests, blood tests, trying to manage my diet, which is what has lead me to this horrible situation to start with, what will I replace all my favourite starchy carbs with.. im doomed to a life of starvation and deprivation, and lots more feeling sorry for myselfness.
Finally my names up.. Gary e to the red room…. I knock and enter… the doctor then asks me what he can do for me K I said well I’ve been asked to see you about my blood test results… he looks at the computer screen, ahh yes.. you had a blood test… FOUR WEEKS ago! i nodded, not quite sure what to say… then he said.. well you are diabetic, and it will need to be controlled by tablets and he prints off a prescription for me. Then goes on to tell me about why im diabetic and what foods I cant eat, just as I suspected no spuds, no bread no pasta no rice no cakes chocolate pastry or anything I the world that is nice. ( I’m paraphrasing) then asks me if I understood what he’s just told me… I nod.. like the dog from the insurance advert. Then ohh better do your bp while youre here… two arm crushing readings later.. well that’s a little higher than we like for people with diabetes.. bottom reading was around 100. He looks at the screen again and says I can’t understand why they didn’t do a liver function test when they did your blood sugar one. Make an appointment with the nurse for that. He then prints off my prescription and sends me on my way..
That was the Tuesday a week today.
Since then I’ve been left reeling in my head. How will I cope, with the new diet, how will I remember to take my tablets every day .. How will I cope with the prodding and poking from the diabetes care team. Ive shed more than a few self-pitying tears, but inside I know there’s only one person to blame and that’s my self. 16 years of stuffing myself with my favourite grub and not thinking about the consequences has finally bore its revenge.
Should I do what the doctor said and simply cut out all the starchy carbs? Isn’t there a good alternative to them? I know I need to lose weight. That’s been apparent all my life. I think this diagnosis is the final straw for me. I’m not sure how I’ll cope with the diet restrictions. If I fancy anything bad I just think about having a leg ulcer or something nasty and the craving goes.
So the points on life’s rail track have been changed for me and the tunnel has no light at the moment.
I hope I can manage it, and keep it under control.. I know it wont be easy though.