Hi
@briped,
Your leg looks fantastic. There seems to be no sign of post-thrombotic syndrome. Mine have a few discolorations, especially around the ankle -- which I believe are due to the pressure exerted by the compression stockings. I am thinking about asking my GP if something can be done about it (I believe he indicated in the past that there were some options).
Thanks
They look even better today. I can actually clearly see the blue veins on top of my feet, and the tendons running from my big toes. Everything is back to normal. I'm surprised there's no discoloration. My mum had ankles that were more or less purple, and my younger sister too, and neither of them ever had a DVT. In her younger years my mother weighed 90kgs to her 160cm, and I believe my younger sister is bigger than me, poor thing. Maybe it's hereditary, and that's one of my mum's more unfortunate genes I've missed?
Those compression stockings must be very tight. I hope you can get something done about it if it bothers you ...?
Yes, I also agree your sister-in-lows blood sugar levels seem to be fine. Does T2 run in your family too? My father, grandfather (on my father's side), my grandmother (on my mother's side) were all T2 and on insulin. My mother was probably also insulin-resistant (based on carrying most of the weight around the stomach), but was never formally diagnosed.
I have tried mentioning it to my sister, but she doesn't really want to know. It felt as if she was sticking her fingers in her ears and singing la-la-la-la. I am keeping my fingers crossed for her, though, and hope that the bucket will pass her by.
It is good that you are so proactive about your sister. Catching it early is half of the battle and, if T2 rears its head, she might be able to get back to normal level relatively quickly.
Well, it does. I know my maternal grandfather had it, and died from a diabetes related heart attack when I was about 6. My mother also had a tendency for raised BG levels, but she hated being big, and lost a lot of weight, which probably saved her from T2. It didn't save her from the vascular dementia that killed her in the end, though. Her sister died from embolisms when she was only 50something. Younger than I am now. Everybody in her family tended to be overweight or more, and the same for my dad's family - apart from 2 half siblings my paternal grandmother had before meeting my grandfather. They were the only slim contribution to the family, so thanks both grandads
I really do hope my sister's bloodtest will come back with a non-diabetic result. When I reacted a bit negatively at her 6.1 FBG she became a little scared. I had to go "Oh look at me, sweetie, I've had it for years, and I look fine, don't I?", flashing the happiest of smiles at her. I did tell her a little about eating smaller portions of potatoes etc. etc, but with her I'm never sure how much she understands, and it's very important to keep any dietary changes realistic.
I do hope it passes your sister by too. How old is she? Is she overweight?
I only tested my hubby once, half an hour after a tuna-fish pizza and a small bottle of coke. It was about 8.0 -- which I would be happy with after such a carby meal. Since I have started measuring blood sugar levels a little more than a year ago, I have been scared though to indulge in more than just a very small amount of carbs (been on a low carb diet for 3 yrs though). I am certain that my levels would be stratospheric if not.
Well, today my BGs have behaved very erratically, even if I haven't strayed from the straight and narrow. Very unfair, and I can't fathom why! Last night post prandial and before bed (same thing, we eat late), namely 4.9% All was well, I had a good nights sleep, and woke up at 6AM to 6.2! Oh well, stuff happens. 6 hours later, and I still hadn't had anything to eat, but 4 mugs of tea with a little whipping cream, I did a pre prandial and it went 7.1!!!
I tested again, but once more it went 7.1!!!
I couldn't work out any sensible reason, but remembered that I'd opened a new bar of soap and washed my hands with it before testing, so I took the meter with me downstairs to the kitchen zink and washed my hands in a different kind of soap. 6.7! Realised I'd forgotten to take my 500mg of metformin, 1.8mg Victoza and 10 mg Jardiance. Popped the pills and 2 hours after eating 2 small oopsies it went 6.2. My readings haven't been this high for many weeks. I really don't get it, but it's not very encouraging. I was hoping to manage my T2 without meds just like you, and congratulations
, but after today I believe it's early days yet. Better keep fighting those kgs off, and then perhaps ...
I've been low-carbing since the end of March, hey look
I wrote lots of tedious stuff in my sig.
This week is quite hot in Germany -- the weekend and almost the entire week, we had around 30 degrees and plenty of humidity. It's come on quite early this year. My legs swell a little bit with this weather, but not too much. Compared to South Carolina, where I spent five years -- this is nothing, though.
I've never been across the pond, but SC must be really hot this time of the year. Unbearably hot. I went to the south of India (Chennai) one May, and when I got off the plane I thought the heat was caused but the slip stream of the still running jet-engine, but no
After a few days my feet resembled hot air balloons, and then the strangest thing happened. One evening I was strolling home when suddenly I felt waves of pins and needles in both my feet. Not painful or anything, but waves. Really hard to describe, and the next morning they were back to normal.
What did you do in SC?
Jutland is quite close to where I grew up -- we even spent our summer vacation there once when I was a kid. Really, really beautiful -- I miss it. Copenhagen, of course, is a big city and much more exciting -- I have to admit I am a bit of a big city girl myself. I work in Cologne and live in Wuppertal, a city which is about 50 km away from where I work. I enjoy living and working here, people are open and friendly, and it's only a short way to Belgium and the Netherlands.
Did you go to the west coast of Jutland? I love the north west coast of Jutland. It's so wild, all the dunes, villages and the down to earth people. I miss it too. I hope you met friendly locals? Cologne is beautiful, isn't it? I should visit Germany more often, but like everybody else I am mostly familiar with Berlin. Great place. I wish my German was better. I understand it quite well, but am terrible at speaking it.
In about '66 my mum and dad took us to Schwarzwald, and we camped high up somewhere with a beautiful view. I was only 5-6 years old, but remember that camp site quite well. We learned how to buy a fizzy drink in German, and the people in the kiosk were very friendly towards us
Also I remember passing Hamborg on our way there, and seem to remember there were still ruins 20 years after the end of the war. Will we ever learn?
You mentioned you had strawberries on your balcony, do you grow a lot of your own foodstuff?
Ha ha, no, not really. I think I went a little 'balcony-broody' and sowed chili, bell peppers, coriander, cherry tomatoes and a type of mint called anisop. Balcony-broody because I see everyone else getting their new large balconies right now, but we aren't due til November
And since my strawberry plants became infested I daren't move my baby plants outside, or they'll be infested too. We have two balconies. One facing north. Nothing will grow there, except for ants, and one tiny one facing south. That one is going to be enlarged, hence my broodiness
