Hi to everyone,
I am 42 and in March I had test for glucose tolerance that pointed out I could develop T2. Only 36 hours ago I was diagnosed as T1 (too old for this type but not the oldest one
). From that day and a half, I can say that only remember "properly" from this morning (I am writing at (9:30pm). The rest of the time I spent it sleeping, making not a lot of sense and, or seeing the time running fast.
What did it happened to me before arriving to the hospital?
During the previous 3/4weeks I started loosing weight 5 kilos. My mouth was getting drier and drier, but as a hay fever suffer who was not sneezing I thought (I mislead myself) this was a new symptom. I started to worry about this dry mouth when I decide to go to the chemist 5 days ago and advised me to go to the doctor because it could be diabetes. By then I was getting up 5 or 6 times during the night just to drink water and to urinate. On Thursday afternoon (4 days ago), I noticed clearly that my concentration at work was fading and people were asking me if I was OK.I arranged an appointment with my GP for Monday. During the night I managed to get up to the toilet 8/9 times, on the top I was suffering pain on the joints and hips. On Friday, after many people at work were asking if I was OK and advising to go home, I left after a light half lunch in the canteen, thinking I did not have the strength to cook anything at home, and I took the car home.
The nights seemed to be the worst for me as the pain in the joints was increasing, as well as the poor rest and the visits to the toilet. Now I was managing to avoid the joints pain with 500 mg paracetamol every 5 hours, but soon it was every 3 hours and Saturday night I started with 1000 mg because then I had headache. I decided to sleep in different parts of the house, to stand still looking the morning coming. Yesterday at 4am I vomited. In the morning I decided to follow the advise of my partner and we went to urgency.
So that was me. Glorious, sunny Sunday morning. I had 70 mmol/l (my partner told me, and now that I see my still high late measure, it is difficult to believe) and Diabetic Ketoacidosis (DKA). Suddenly, when appropriate veins where found, dripping started, hourly tests, and some insulin every certain time. At the end I managed to eat some dinner and finally toasts. That was my Sunday on the "bed". I do not how many doctors introduced themselves and how many nurses I seen, but I was impressed by the professionalism in which I was treated.
Other day, new life
Last night, around 4am I felt a lot lot better, for the first time, I wanted to be in other position: sitting. I was in that position, in the dark, for near an hour (for me it was a great pleasure). In the morning, every thing still slow, but fast on the clock.
In the morning I went to the appointment with the Diabetes nurses. I had prepared a few questions (5), but soon, with the information they were giving me I did plenty more. To be honest, I do not think I remember all, I am not so fool to believe so. But, soon I had these little 2 devices to check glucose/ketone levels and to inject insulin. The nurse dedicated to the diet was talking about carbs and taking more numbers from my normal diet to give some advise so, bye bye coffee with one and half spoon.
So, at the end, I left hospital around 3pm. My glucose 12.8. Ketone 1.4. I took the bus and went to my GP to order the prescriptions and then home. I slept a little more and started reading (preparing for my first check and injection on my own. This was easy specially because in the morning I was told how much insulin to take. Reading 12.6, Ketone 0.4. So little by little, it will come to the levels every one is talking. Now in this step by step, I have to learn to control the real meaning of insulin and carbs in my normal day.
This paragraphs had more misspellings than my judgement thought. The speed of writing it has been near half... but, now I know the reason, in the same way that all the symptoms had lead to my T1
Regards
Juan
I am 42 and in March I had test for glucose tolerance that pointed out I could develop T2. Only 36 hours ago I was diagnosed as T1 (too old for this type but not the oldest one

What did it happened to me before arriving to the hospital?
During the previous 3/4weeks I started loosing weight 5 kilos. My mouth was getting drier and drier, but as a hay fever suffer who was not sneezing I thought (I mislead myself) this was a new symptom. I started to worry about this dry mouth when I decide to go to the chemist 5 days ago and advised me to go to the doctor because it could be diabetes. By then I was getting up 5 or 6 times during the night just to drink water and to urinate. On Thursday afternoon (4 days ago), I noticed clearly that my concentration at work was fading and people were asking me if I was OK.I arranged an appointment with my GP for Monday. During the night I managed to get up to the toilet 8/9 times, on the top I was suffering pain on the joints and hips. On Friday, after many people at work were asking if I was OK and advising to go home, I left after a light half lunch in the canteen, thinking I did not have the strength to cook anything at home, and I took the car home.
The nights seemed to be the worst for me as the pain in the joints was increasing, as well as the poor rest and the visits to the toilet. Now I was managing to avoid the joints pain with 500 mg paracetamol every 5 hours, but soon it was every 3 hours and Saturday night I started with 1000 mg because then I had headache. I decided to sleep in different parts of the house, to stand still looking the morning coming. Yesterday at 4am I vomited. In the morning I decided to follow the advise of my partner and we went to urgency.
So that was me. Glorious, sunny Sunday morning. I had 70 mmol/l (my partner told me, and now that I see my still high late measure, it is difficult to believe) and Diabetic Ketoacidosis (DKA). Suddenly, when appropriate veins where found, dripping started, hourly tests, and some insulin every certain time. At the end I managed to eat some dinner and finally toasts. That was my Sunday on the "bed". I do not how many doctors introduced themselves and how many nurses I seen, but I was impressed by the professionalism in which I was treated.
Other day, new life
Last night, around 4am I felt a lot lot better, for the first time, I wanted to be in other position: sitting. I was in that position, in the dark, for near an hour (for me it was a great pleasure). In the morning, every thing still slow, but fast on the clock.
In the morning I went to the appointment with the Diabetes nurses. I had prepared a few questions (5), but soon, with the information they were giving me I did plenty more. To be honest, I do not think I remember all, I am not so fool to believe so. But, soon I had these little 2 devices to check glucose/ketone levels and to inject insulin. The nurse dedicated to the diet was talking about carbs and taking more numbers from my normal diet to give some advise so, bye bye coffee with one and half spoon.
So, at the end, I left hospital around 3pm. My glucose 12.8. Ketone 1.4. I took the bus and went to my GP to order the prescriptions and then home. I slept a little more and started reading (preparing for my first check and injection on my own. This was easy specially because in the morning I was told how much insulin to take. Reading 12.6, Ketone 0.4. So little by little, it will come to the levels every one is talking. Now in this step by step, I have to learn to control the real meaning of insulin and carbs in my normal day.
This paragraphs had more misspellings than my judgement thought. The speed of writing it has been near half... but, now I know the reason, in the same way that all the symptoms had lead to my T1
Regards
Juan