So my weekend went like this…
I want to preface this with the fact that I have not been eating healthily and take full responsibility for my actions.
I’m a chauffeur and I dropped a client off at circa 7.30pm Saturday, without any issues.
10 mins later, I felt my tummy churn and knew I needed a toilet, and quick.
I was in the New Forest and parking spots are non existent, it’s just Road through a forest.
**(This next bit is a grim, so feel free to scroll past now)**
I know I wasn’t going to make it anywhere near out of the forest and that I’d have to take immediate action.
I stopped the car, opened the Drivers’s side doors to try and shield me from view and squatted and at this point my bowels emptied with force.
Then (and this is where the worst part starts) I immediately felt super strange, almost like my drink had been spiked.
I was swaying, couldn’t get my balance, sweating profusely and generally out of it.
I got in the car and FaceTimed my wife who immediately asked me for my What 3 Words location, as she was going to call an ambulance, as she thought I was having a stroke due to my apparently v slurred speech and the fact that I was finding it REALLY hard to breathe in (like someone was sitting on my chest) and both of my arms were tingling, with the tingling going across the top of my chest.
Now, this was circa 7.30pm and I hadn’t eaten since about midday and (unusually for me) I was pretty dehydrated too.
The ambulance came and off I went to hospital where they immediately took blood for tests.
Apparently the thing that concerned them was my Troponin level, which was high at the first blood test and even higher on the second test (34 & 74 respectively).
Now, I understand that those numbers are not particularly high, as they told me they’ve seen people with 30,000) but they were still concerned I’d had a cardiac incident, so off to the Cardiac Care ward I went to be hooked up lots of machines.
Fast forward 24 hours, my blood sugar levels are still too high (circa 15), so they put me on a gentle insulin drip to bring it down.
By this point (Sunday lunchtime), all I’d had to eat since (midday Saturday) was an M&S sandwich, the moment I was allowed to to eat before going to the CCU, so they weren’t too worried about my BS levels.
Sunday PM they advised me I was going Nil by Mouth as I was going to have an Angiogram.
Angiogram was ok, no narrow arteries, so no stents or surgery required (phew).
So I’m back to the CCU and monitoring continues, until they decide last night that I’m not a cardiac case, so off the ward I go.
This morning I’m given breakfast and BS checked again (coming down nicely) and I’m eventually discharged this afternoon.
While I was there, I saw the head diabetic doctor who wasn’t happy that I hadn’t been able to get my Victoza jab on prescription for the last 9 months or so and she has also prescribed me some new meds, as well as increasing my Metformin dosage.
I’m also going on a new daily jab, that is widely available.
Just to note, the Victoza was prescribed by an endocrinologist, to try and combat the bad fatigue I was experiencing.
There’s some details that I’m sure I’ve missed (I’ll add/edit as they come to me)but I wanted to share my experience of what now appears to be some kind of Hypo and the fact that I **NEVER** want to experience that again and am going to spend the next few days getting my lifestyle back on track.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading.
I want to preface this with the fact that I have not been eating healthily and take full responsibility for my actions.
I’m a chauffeur and I dropped a client off at circa 7.30pm Saturday, without any issues.
10 mins later, I felt my tummy churn and knew I needed a toilet, and quick.
I was in the New Forest and parking spots are non existent, it’s just Road through a forest.
**(This next bit is a grim, so feel free to scroll past now)**
I know I wasn’t going to make it anywhere near out of the forest and that I’d have to take immediate action.
I stopped the car, opened the Drivers’s side doors to try and shield me from view and squatted and at this point my bowels emptied with force.
Then (and this is where the worst part starts) I immediately felt super strange, almost like my drink had been spiked.
I was swaying, couldn’t get my balance, sweating profusely and generally out of it.
I got in the car and FaceTimed my wife who immediately asked me for my What 3 Words location, as she was going to call an ambulance, as she thought I was having a stroke due to my apparently v slurred speech and the fact that I was finding it REALLY hard to breathe in (like someone was sitting on my chest) and both of my arms were tingling, with the tingling going across the top of my chest.
Now, this was circa 7.30pm and I hadn’t eaten since about midday and (unusually for me) I was pretty dehydrated too.
The ambulance came and off I went to hospital where they immediately took blood for tests.
Apparently the thing that concerned them was my Troponin level, which was high at the first blood test and even higher on the second test (34 & 74 respectively).
Now, I understand that those numbers are not particularly high, as they told me they’ve seen people with 30,000) but they were still concerned I’d had a cardiac incident, so off to the Cardiac Care ward I went to be hooked up lots of machines.
Fast forward 24 hours, my blood sugar levels are still too high (circa 15), so they put me on a gentle insulin drip to bring it down.
By this point (Sunday lunchtime), all I’d had to eat since (midday Saturday) was an M&S sandwich, the moment I was allowed to to eat before going to the CCU, so they weren’t too worried about my BS levels.
Sunday PM they advised me I was going Nil by Mouth as I was going to have an Angiogram.
Angiogram was ok, no narrow arteries, so no stents or surgery required (phew).
So I’m back to the CCU and monitoring continues, until they decide last night that I’m not a cardiac case, so off the ward I go.
This morning I’m given breakfast and BS checked again (coming down nicely) and I’m eventually discharged this afternoon.
While I was there, I saw the head diabetic doctor who wasn’t happy that I hadn’t been able to get my Victoza jab on prescription for the last 9 months or so and she has also prescribed me some new meds, as well as increasing my Metformin dosage.
I’m also going on a new daily jab, that is widely available.
Just to note, the Victoza was prescribed by an endocrinologist, to try and combat the bad fatigue I was experiencing.
There’s some details that I’m sure I’ve missed (I’ll add/edit as they come to me)but I wanted to share my experience of what now appears to be some kind of Hypo and the fact that I **NEVER** want to experience that again and am going to spend the next few days getting my lifestyle back on track.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading.
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