That does indeed sound like an excellent app. Here in the Netherlands, every practice/hospital has a different app or site, and while you have to give permissions all over the place, none of them seem to mesh. Which is, to say the least, impractical.I was actually diagnosed a year ago - HbA1c of 56 - but it sent me into such a flat spin it was some months before I could bear to look here. At the time it felt full of rather macho 'I will beat it into submission' posts and I simply looked at them and closed the browser window.
However I did change my diet to very little carbs and more pulses, fish, fruit & veg. Luckily I live on my own so don't have the pressures of family catering, luckily I can afford that diet and luckily I've rarely eaten ready meals, convenience foods, pastries & cakes, sweeties and so on, luckily I've never taken sugar in my tea since laziness got the better of me when I left home and luckily I like an active lifestyle.
Also luckily here in Scotland there is the horribly named MyDiabetesMyWay website. It took quite a bit of time to get signed up - that is once I could bear to apply - but now I think it should be renamed to 'MyHealth' or similar and opened to all. I have a record of all prescriptions back to some time in 2008 apart from those in hospital, ditto my weight. Blood was taken on Friday and I saw the results yesterday afternoon. I can add my own weight & blood pressure records. So apart from the name and the poor admin when I was trying to join, I rate it.
A year on my HbA1c is down to 46 and I'm about 12 kg lighter. I don't feel any different probably because I lost weight very gradually, but I have a lot of rather baggy clothes and the metatarsalgia I had had gone, though exercises for Achilles tendon issues are partly to do with that.
However there is still 8kg to go to a BMI of 25, and I'm interested to see what the HbA1c will go down to.
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...I do feel like I have to apologise for when you came here a year ago. I'm one of the "let's do this!" people, mainly because, well... <snip>
Andrex puppies... Now you've put it that way, I can quite see your point!No need to apologise, you were by no means the only one at that time. It felt like the Andrex puppies had been let lose! The macho vibe was because it seemed to be mostly men treating it that way.
I've not really looked much for the past year and I see now it's mostly people with my reaction - 'you cannot be serious!'. And I still feel rather that way, but I think that if at all possible it's important to start making changes despite the feelings.
BTW your written English is fantastic, I suspect your spoken English is just as good. I went on a camping holiday to Brittany in 1981 (year of THE Headingley test) and was invited into their caravan by some Dutch people to 'practise their English'. I think it could only have got worse if they used me as an exemplar!
Oh, I have plenty of kitty love at home, but I love photographing them.... And Charlie and Vicky hate a camera! Unless I'm shooting something else, then they're suddenly interested. So I'm a regular at a bunch of cat cafe's, a hobby I thankfully share with my husband, and there's a few neighbourhoods here in Baarn where a whole lot of them are usually walking around. (I have no idea what the names of their owners are, but Moos, Tjibbe and friends I do know!). Your story reminds me of our previous cats, Night and Mouse. Mouse bit me once right through the ball of my thumb so I needed a bit of surgery and a tetanus shot. We'd only had them a week and they needed to see the vet, which she didn't agree with. And Night, well... He was a T3c diabetic, so on insulin. When I found out about the non alcoholic fatty liver disease and did my research, I thought ruling diabetes out as a cause would be easy enough with Night's meter. I was sky high at that moment, and I knew exactly what 18.-something-or-other mmol/l meant, so yeah... Considering no-one bothered to look further into the NAFLD, he made all the difference. My little one-eyed hero. You don't want to know what his pancreatitis and subsequent T3c ended up costing us... Let's just say I'm very glad we had him insured. (Just add a zero to the abcess costs and maybe double it from there...). The lengths we go to for our kitties, eh? Anything to make them happy. Draining bank accounts, busting knees...<supersnip to see whether it'll help with the errormessage I'm getting when I try to post - J>
Ooh, what a handsome bunch! I did disable private messages a long time ago. There were some people on here a year or two back who got a bit.... Pushy, let's say. I should've asked the mods for help, but I was too timid to and didn't want to bother them, and some followed me over to Facebook, where no mods could've helped anyway, so ah well. I'll have to keep it that way, I'm afraid, before that sort of thing happens again. When someone's scared, they'll assume anyone is a lifebuoy, even if they're dragging said person down with them. Nothing personal, it's just... It got scary back then. BUT, that said, they are absolutely stunning cats...! What I wouldn't give to have such charmers in front of my lens. Those eyes... <3 (Besides, I really like bats, and their amazing ears do cater to that as well, haha). I'm attaching pics of Charlie and Vicky (Charlie being the solid black, Vicky the tuxedo; they're previously feral kittens, brother and sister), who were unwanted moggies over at the SPCA. They were there for 7 (!!!) months... When we met them and they were just terrified of us, that sealed the deal. They needed a home where they could just be who they were, and we'd had cats like that before, so... There we went. Technically speaking I'm more suited to Ragdolls, or Blue Russians as they're so relaxed, but I always end up with the underdogs no-one else wants... And when they get a little bit of time and patience, they're the best friends I could've wished for. I do have an Insta, where you can see all the cats we meet on our walks, and visit with in kitty cafe's.I don't watch movies unless it's 'Some Like it Hot' or anything with Gene Kelly or Fred Astaire and any of his dance partners! Oddly my asthma diagnosis didn't have the same result even though it also is life-long. I think that's because I was so ill with coughing at night that once I was on the right medication (inhaled steroids) I was so rapidly back to normal I didn't care!
Cats can inflict very nasty bites, some people have wound up having amputations. Mind you a chap I used to go out with ended up in hospital on a plastics ward after pricking himself on a rose thorn! Sadly it turned a Prince into a frog... And that bite from Dennis got me a tetanus shot as well.
I've not changed my fruit intake over the past 2-3 months, so it doesn't look like a problem from the Hb1Ac. I'm trying to eat more pulses as they contain fibre, and I'm on two BP medications that have 'constipation' as a side effect. All I can say is it's marginally better than swollen tonsils or massively swollen ankles. As far as I'm aware pulses are relatively slow to absorb compared to (say) white pasta or rice. I'll see when my next blood test comes along.
I have never been one for ready meals, convenience food, take-aways and so on. Just that I think leads to an improved diet, and I'm decidedly into cooking from scratch which I think also helps. It must be so difficult for people who have those as their mainstays, especially if hard up as well. I'm lucky, I can afford a good diet.
Heroic? Moi? No. I'm one of those people who tries to get on with things even when all around seems to be going pear-shaped.
It looks like I can't message you - I was going to send my Facebook handle as there are lots of photos of my cats (past & present) there. However here are a couple to be going on with - Basil is my former stud boy and one of the very special ones. I hope to get him registered as a Pets As Therapy cat in late Spring. Although Basil is a registered pedigree with a title I'm now showing him as a Pedigree Pet, and this photo was taken last August at a show by a very talented photographer - not me! The chap he is with is a dog person really, but apparently Basil didn't want to go back in his pen! Dennis that bite me is on the left in the second photo. He was brought as a stud, and the cat on the far right is his son. The chocolate & white in-between is the mother.
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