So after 1 month on blood pressure medication, two changes of medication and being over run with every sort of fungal infection known to man (feet being eaten alive with atheletes foot, thrush in my mouth) for a fortnight, I duly attended for fasting blood tests and BP check yesterday.
The urine dip test came back as being over 200. When it should be negative.....so I'm having some issues with glucose.
The nurse was cautious about saying I had diabetes, but the raft of bloods taken would confirm.
I was due to see an actual doctor too later that day for the crazy fungii infestation, and she duly inspected all affected areas, listened as I describes how I've noticed eating sugar makes the itching more intense.
She asked if my feet sweat......well yes, who's don't?
This is a bad sign apparently.
Coupled with the dip test, she explained until my sugar was controlled, I'll get every fungal infection going and the told me to go home and have a nice meal, enjoy it, as I was going to have to make some radical changes later this week when the bloods come back.
I asked if the bloods would confirm diabetes - she said "No, you've got diabetes. The bloods will just tell us how bad."
:silent:
So I went home last night, told SWMBO, had a bit of a cry and then ate a massive plate of mashed potato :shh: (apparently that's 'bad' too)
So, it's all over. I'm here, and life won't quite be the same again.
The urine dip test came back as being over 200. When it should be negative.....so I'm having some issues with glucose.
The nurse was cautious about saying I had diabetes, but the raft of bloods taken would confirm.
I was due to see an actual doctor too later that day for the crazy fungii infestation, and she duly inspected all affected areas, listened as I describes how I've noticed eating sugar makes the itching more intense.
She asked if my feet sweat......well yes, who's don't?
This is a bad sign apparently.
Coupled with the dip test, she explained until my sugar was controlled, I'll get every fungal infection going and the told me to go home and have a nice meal, enjoy it, as I was going to have to make some radical changes later this week when the bloods come back.
I asked if the bloods would confirm diabetes - she said "No, you've got diabetes. The bloods will just tell us how bad."
:silent:
So I went home last night, told SWMBO, had a bit of a cry and then ate a massive plate of mashed potato :shh: (apparently that's 'bad' too)
So, it's all over. I'm here, and life won't quite be the same again.