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- Type of diabetes
- Treatment type
- Other
Haven't actually been diagnosed with anything yet but...
Contacted GP after a year of symptoms - extreme tiredness, multiple toilet trips every night etc.
Was sent to get some "bloodwork", as the kids of today insist on calling it, done just before Christmas and I can see my HbA1c is at 48mmol/mol on the NHS app.
GP surgery texted me yesterday to say I need to book another blood test in a couple of weeks.
I guess it's no surprise as my age (late 50s) and high BMI (30s) were all pointing to this but I had allowed myself to believe that it might be my depression making me tired. Allowed myself to be put off contacting GP as my boss at work said I couldn't possibly have diabetes as I hadn't lost any weight.
Sorry for the rant but it's hit me harder than I thought it would and not being able to talk to a healthcare professional about it for weeks is driving me mad.
I just feel so utterly ashamed that I've let this happen. My laziness and gluttony is down to me and it's too late now. I've made my bed and must lie in it. (Ironically, lying in bed is probably part of what's got me in this mess.)
Have been out for a few walks and tried to starve myself (not very effectively) in the desperate hope that I can change something but I know it's futile. I'm on leave until next week but I hate my job and the thought of trying to get through the day with hunger pains on top of all the other stress is already making me feel anxious.
Like I said, sorry for ranting. Hopefully there's something cathartic in this primal scream of a post. I totally accept this is my fault and that in choosing a life of sloth and excess I realise this was the likely outcome. Now it's the start of payback time. Hopefully I can stave off the whole foot amputation and blindness stuff for a while. Please forgive the melodrama. Hopefully there's a way I can edit/delete this tomorrow!
Contacted GP after a year of symptoms - extreme tiredness, multiple toilet trips every night etc.
Was sent to get some "bloodwork", as the kids of today insist on calling it, done just before Christmas and I can see my HbA1c is at 48mmol/mol on the NHS app.
GP surgery texted me yesterday to say I need to book another blood test in a couple of weeks.
I guess it's no surprise as my age (late 50s) and high BMI (30s) were all pointing to this but I had allowed myself to believe that it might be my depression making me tired. Allowed myself to be put off contacting GP as my boss at work said I couldn't possibly have diabetes as I hadn't lost any weight.
Sorry for the rant but it's hit me harder than I thought it would and not being able to talk to a healthcare professional about it for weeks is driving me mad.
I just feel so utterly ashamed that I've let this happen. My laziness and gluttony is down to me and it's too late now. I've made my bed and must lie in it. (Ironically, lying in bed is probably part of what's got me in this mess.)
Have been out for a few walks and tried to starve myself (not very effectively) in the desperate hope that I can change something but I know it's futile. I'm on leave until next week but I hate my job and the thought of trying to get through the day with hunger pains on top of all the other stress is already making me feel anxious.
Like I said, sorry for ranting. Hopefully there's something cathartic in this primal scream of a post. I totally accept this is my fault and that in choosing a life of sloth and excess I realise this was the likely outcome. Now it's the start of payback time. Hopefully I can stave off the whole foot amputation and blindness stuff for a while. Please forgive the melodrama. Hopefully there's a way I can edit/delete this tomorrow!