Just curious to find out if you remember it and how you reacted to it?
For me I was absolutely petrified. Believing that I was going to have to inject every day! More than once in all probability! I had no idea about the difference In medications (oral/injection)
Little over2 years ago I'd been wreched for 6+ months, which I initially blamed on my wonky thyroid... But I kept losing control of my legs (I faceplanted regularly, muscle-weakness), couldn't lift a fork, and found I'd lost weight. That in combination with the pain in my liver-area got me to go to the doc's, who ran some tests and said I had fatty liver disease. I googled possible causes, and worked down the list. No alcohol abuse, no overmedicating, and no diabetes, surely...? But to be on the safe side I took out our cat's meter (He's been a T3c since he had pancreatitis a few years back), and tested myself. Kinda off the cuff, didn't think it'd be bad.
It was.
And I knew what it meant because of Night's T3c...
So I e-mailed my doc and made a curve the next day; testing every hour, on the hour. It was horrible. The fingerpricks I could handle, but the numbers I was seeing scared the **** out of me. They were quite high, and I knew how bad that was. (I didn't realise I should be in hospital and on insulin, but at least the reality of T2 sunk in FAST!)
Needless to say I did a lot of crying those days. Kept doing a lot of that in the months to follow, because they thought it wasn't just fatty liver, but liver cancer as well. (It wasn't, thankfully). So I thought that was going to be it. End of story, goodbye, casket's in the mail. I responded badly to Metformin, did okay on gliclazide, but after the whole metformin fiasco I read up on anything I could regarding T2 management through diet. Because everyone was on holiday when I was diagnosed, it was months before I saw anyone, and good thing too... By that time I'd implemented low carb eating, had my bloodsugars first in the prediabetic range and then the normal range, and the dieticians and specialist I saw told me to eat carbs, eat, eat, eat them! They figured I was obsessed with food (I was, but not ij the way they thought I was), and suspected anorexia. But nope. I love my food too much to be anorexic.
Really, I went straight into the stages of grief. I woke up every morning crying my eyes out, as reality hit me all over again on waking. (Diabetes doesn't mean much to people unless they know others who had it, and their worst complications.... A torn heart, a ruptured aorta, amputated legs... I thought that was my immediate future, once the cancer-scare was dealt with). I wanted control of this, I wanted to have a say.... With low carb, I did. And the more I understood about food, the less scary T2 became. Took a while longer for the depression to get back under control, but it got there eventually. Now the T2 is the only issue I can easily handle, it's my other health problems that still get to me sometimes and keep me from doing the things I want to do... But the diabetes doesn't get in the way at all. Considering I felt my world was ending just when I'd actually found some joy in my life... I'm doing pretty good.