I spent the past few years watching how often the older of my two dogs drinks and pees as elderly dogs are prone to diabetes. Somehow or other, I managed to miss the fact that I was sugar-binging at night, getting through a two litre bottle of pop every night and getting up to go to the bathroom three or four times a night... I put my daytime fatigue down to HIV infection and my irritability to a lifetime's practice :mrgreen:
My partner died of aids in March last year and I stopped all my own medication because I knew I couldn't keep up with the adherence that is necessary with HIV medication (miss more than a couple of doses a month and you're risking the virus mutating, so it's actually safer not to take any medication than it is to take it half heartedly). I had an episode of thrush where I wouldn't normally get it, treated it successfully, but decided it was time to go back on HIV medications.
Half an hour after I got back from the HIV clinic, the specialist nurse was on the phone telling me to see my GP immediately if not sooner as I had diabetes: my fasting BG had come up at 20+. Two days later I was just about to leave the house to go to the medical centre when the same nurse rang to tell me to see my GP as a matter of urgency as my cholesterol was "through the roof". Fortunately the local health centre is a little more level headed... I'm currently on the maximum dose of gliclazide and my last Hba1c was 6.3 despite the fact that I'm helping friends run a tourist trap tea room!
On that last figure, I have to admit that I had a dose of cryptosporidiosis - the bug that was found in the water supply in Northampton quite recently - which contributed quite a bit to the low figure as I couldn't eat anything without severe pain for more than two weeks. If ever there's a cryptosporium alert in your area, do not, under any circumstances, use any water that hasn't been boiled. Crypto is no fun at all! (For the record, I probably got it from feeding orphaned lambs, which aren't as cute and cuddly as the media suggests...)
In case you're wondering, both dogs (Zeus is 12.5 year old and B'Elana is nearly 8 - pretty good going for rottweilers!) had their checkups recently and neither is showing any signs of diabetes.
Here endeth the tale of woe. (I think this is the point at which Stephen Fry hands me the bottle of port that's been going round the table. Miracle of miracles, I remember to pour a glassful rather than drink from the bottle!).
Steve