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- Type of diabetes
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Hi, after posting an introduction, I was encouraged to start a thread - my story will be specific and probably not applicable to most on this forum, because I'm becoming increasingly convinced that my diagnosis is not correct. a reply from @JoKalsbeek has only helped cement in my mind that the advice and treatment I have received have not only made me feel worse, and set me back significantly, but would also make my only good course of action more difficult.
That said, I'm not blaming my GP, or consultant, and the upside is that it's given me a rare insight to help myself. Please allow me to elaborate. You may want a (low carb) beverage for this...
Just before Covid entered our lives, I realised that I needed to get my BMI below 27 because of the risk of Diabetes (I use the sloppy term deliberately because that is all I knew at the time). I wasn't hugely overweight, but I had an undeniable beer belly, and I drank too much. I didn't smoke, and I typically cooked form fresh; I like veg, and really dislike soda.. so I thought it was all ok. Totally unrelated, but my younger, healthier and better looking brother died suddenly and tragically, and that forced a bit of reassessment and soul-searching.
I then started a two year controlled (calorie controlled mind) diet, using MyFitnessPal to log meals and a wireless scale to track weight, and a hybrid smartwatch to log steps and exercise, and a gym-quality elliptical trainer to do more cardio - really lucky ebay purchase. I started drinking less, and the less I drank, the less I wanted to drink.
After a couple of years, and ... really hard work... I was close to hitting my goals... but pretty soon the weight started to go on again... and so I upgraded my scales to show body composition, and my MyFitnesPal subscription to show the breakdown of all meals I was having, and to increase the discipline. More exercise, and I started paddleboarding regularly, and use a Slendertone belt daily.
After another year or so, I was at my target weight, and it was sticking - I had, if not a six pack, then something along the lines of a two pack, if I held in my stomach and squinted a bit.
Understand, I'm not bragging - and I dropped maybe two and a half stone, it wasn't miraculous or anything, just that this is the level of effort you need to go to for a 'do more, eat less' approach to actually work - and I went through the dizziness and constant hunger and coped - essentially at 52 I was a poster child for recommended diet. I was close to fully tea-total by this point, and hadn't smoked anything for more than two decades.
In April of last year, I took part in a 'Future Health' study and had a series of blood tests, and one of the benefits to me was that they would get in touch if there was any concern about Diabetes.. they didn't
In June, two months later, I had a regular checkup as a 50 plus with my (excellent) surgery, and went in with an ironically high level of smugness.. for once in my life, I don't need to lie about any of the things I'm being asked..
A couple of weeks later, I get a call on the way to go Paddleboarding, and I'm told to pull over so that I can take the news that my blood glucose levels are alarmingly high. Days after that I'm on the conveyor belt through Gliclazide, then insulin (when it was assumed I could only be Type 1) and then more recently Metformin (once we were all convinced that it was definitely not Type 1)
But a hanging question has never really been resolved - how could I be healthy in April and dangerously unwell in June ?
And how could I have done everything modern guidance asks of all of us (to an obsessive degree) for three punishing years - and still be diagnosed Diabetic ?
First things first - I presented with weight loss, lots of urinating and lots of drinking water. Hilariously, I had convinced myself that I was properly hydrating, and that it was deliberate, but then our SodaStream yearly subscription was complete in four months - I couldn't argue that I wasn't drinking too much water... I did talk about the weight loss being controlled, but tick-tick-tick - let's get you on the Type-1 treatment. It's by far the most dangerous situation, and despite no family history, it was feasible... so, it seemed like the right call.
After a few weeks of that - we still hadn't had the blood test results looking for anti-body evidence of autoimmune function that would show type-1 or 2 - and so we moved to insulin and a glucose monitor. I suppose most on this sub-forum won't have a great deal of experience of that, but there is a lot to take in, and the support system kicked in. I felt really well looked after, and with some effort, my levels got better - but still spiked surprisingly, and nobody could tell my why. 'Sometimes this just happens' was an answer I got a lot... but I was telling people, 'The only time I feel unwell is when the levels are changing rapidly, it seems to me like the absolute numbers are less important to the amount of change...'.
I should mention - not that I'm looking for sympathy of course - that 5 months of insulin totally wiped out all the effort I had put in for three years - my weight went back up to where it started in a more or less straight line. I didn't complain - the more serious thing was that my blood glucose was being controlled... yes, I understand the problem with high blood glucose, I'll do whatever you ask.
Then I had an appointment with a new consultant, she began the 'interview' by asking about Ketone levels at my first presentation... and as I began answering, said 'wait, I don't trust people', and phoned my surgery to get the answer. When she put down the phone, I showed her my iPad, where I keep notes of everything, and displayed the same answer from a scan of the letter from the surgery. How were we going to have a dialog when she wasn't trusting my answers? 'Oh, I didn't mean that I didn't trust you, just that I don't trust anyone...' Suffice to say that the appointment was a little tetchy from that point. I'm sure she's sat in front of many people she knew to be lying to her face, but it's not the best strategy to build trust and confidence.
Anyway - she was pretty sure I was not type-1, to her credit, and asked me to take another test to finally put it to bed, that test looked for a triggered response of naturally produced insulin, which was positive - clearly, I could only be type-2.
So, that was fine, but I got the news in a letter asking me to drop the insulin and switch immediately to Metformin with 'supplements per NICE guidelines'. I felt that I couldn't just upend 6 months of learning to control the Most Important Thing - my blood glucose level, and needed to understand the whole thing better, so waited till I could speak to my GP. She was great, explained everything, and what Metformin was and what it did.
Which was great, except that some of what she said turned out later to be wrong, particularly in terms of Metformin's primary function.
So - I was now a new type-2, my levels were still too high, and spiking a lot, particularly in the morning. What the hell had kicked this all off ?
When I thought that I was just an unlucky person with late onset type-1, I was prepared to do anything; the hardest thing was accepting that this was now my life, and I'd worked hardest on that. Now, I had to turn my whole thinking on all of this around and start fresh. I needed to learn as much as I could - I didn't really know what glucose was or what made you insulin resistant. I just felt that things didn't add up for me, and I needed to figure it out myself, because where I was headed was really bad.
Luck took me to a YouTube interview with Dr Jason Fung, and then I immediately got his book 'The Diabetes Code' - and I went to bed literally shaking after devouring half of it.
The simple truth was that having reached my weight goals, and keeping my weight steady, I decided to treat myself with Honey. After all, it was natural sugar, we can't burn it, so it's a free pass, and I could see that it was having no effect on my weight. Soon enough, I was having Honey on my cereal in the morning, on sandwiches at lunch, sometimes a little to spice up the family meal that I would cook, and as a snack on Ryvita before bed. I was also mainlining grapes - we would buy four packs a week, and I would eat most of them. Grapes are fantastic in a calorie-controlled diet, because of their calorific density - lots of water... so again, a free pass.
I'm astounded at my own ignorance. Just gob-smackingly incredible.
I understand the mechanism better now, but in simple terms, I had overloaded my liver over and over to the point that my pancreas couldn't keep up, and had gone into beta-cell dysfunction, leading to a rapid rise in blood glucose... in weeks.
Having had that picked up, 6 months of additional insulin was the absolute worst thing I could have done... and now I'm taking the one drug that primarily blocks my liver from unburdening itself.
Unchecked - I'm on a path of taking more and more metformin to address the symptom of high blood glucose, until that stops working, then more insulin..
None of which would ever actually address the problem, that I simply have too much glucose, fructose and insulin in my body in the short term.
The one great positive of my situation is that I continue to wear a continuous glucose monitor (essential to avoid really bad things if you are type-1, but it turns out, very useful indeed for, well, everyone) and I was able to test the various theories in 'The Diabetes Code' and then Jessie Inchauspé with 'The Glucose Revolution' - everything totally stacks up with the evidence I can see with my own eyes, and the things I had intuited from the start.. the glucose spikes were the problem, and I had done this to myself; but I could undo it too.
Turns out, it takes eight weeks of force feeding Geese on Corn Syrup to make Foie Gras - that's what I had done to myself, and the system picked up on the resulting blood glucose level.
Anyway - quite enough rambling from me... where I am now is a full week into alternate day fasting, with close to zero sugar or starch on the eating days. I'm also not taking any metformin, because I can see on my monitor that my blood glucose is only marginally higher than a metabolically healthy person. I'm also supplementing with Huel daily greens, to make sure that the sudden change in diet does not result in loss of nutrients.
I only intend to do this for a month, and to present the results (massive, significant results in only a week) to my GP to force the issue - why, given this would you argue for Metformin? and I have an appointment with the Dietician about a month after that, at which point I may still be doing some form of intermittent fasting, but nothing so extreme, and with low, but not close-to-zero levels of starchy foods and following Jesse Inchuspé's recommendations to do so with no glucose spikes.
I still feel well looked after by the 'system' - I understand the decisions made and the treatment given, GPs only have 10 minutes at a time to make these decisions, and people are just unreliable at telling you the truth, or following a plan - so they treat with medication; can't blame the GP for doing their job.
But - I wish I'd known even a fraction of this much earlier in life..
If you've managed to get to the end of this Wall-o-text, thank you, I know my story is important to me, but otherwise it's just someone's story, and I appreciate you taking the time.
Best of luck (and better advice) on your own journey.
Chris
That said, I'm not blaming my GP, or consultant, and the upside is that it's given me a rare insight to help myself. Please allow me to elaborate. You may want a (low carb) beverage for this...
Just before Covid entered our lives, I realised that I needed to get my BMI below 27 because of the risk of Diabetes (I use the sloppy term deliberately because that is all I knew at the time). I wasn't hugely overweight, but I had an undeniable beer belly, and I drank too much. I didn't smoke, and I typically cooked form fresh; I like veg, and really dislike soda.. so I thought it was all ok. Totally unrelated, but my younger, healthier and better looking brother died suddenly and tragically, and that forced a bit of reassessment and soul-searching.
I then started a two year controlled (calorie controlled mind) diet, using MyFitnessPal to log meals and a wireless scale to track weight, and a hybrid smartwatch to log steps and exercise, and a gym-quality elliptical trainer to do more cardio - really lucky ebay purchase. I started drinking less, and the less I drank, the less I wanted to drink.
After a couple of years, and ... really hard work... I was close to hitting my goals... but pretty soon the weight started to go on again... and so I upgraded my scales to show body composition, and my MyFitnesPal subscription to show the breakdown of all meals I was having, and to increase the discipline. More exercise, and I started paddleboarding regularly, and use a Slendertone belt daily.
After another year or so, I was at my target weight, and it was sticking - I had, if not a six pack, then something along the lines of a two pack, if I held in my stomach and squinted a bit.
Understand, I'm not bragging - and I dropped maybe two and a half stone, it wasn't miraculous or anything, just that this is the level of effort you need to go to for a 'do more, eat less' approach to actually work - and I went through the dizziness and constant hunger and coped - essentially at 52 I was a poster child for recommended diet. I was close to fully tea-total by this point, and hadn't smoked anything for more than two decades.
In April of last year, I took part in a 'Future Health' study and had a series of blood tests, and one of the benefits to me was that they would get in touch if there was any concern about Diabetes.. they didn't
In June, two months later, I had a regular checkup as a 50 plus with my (excellent) surgery, and went in with an ironically high level of smugness.. for once in my life, I don't need to lie about any of the things I'm being asked..
A couple of weeks later, I get a call on the way to go Paddleboarding, and I'm told to pull over so that I can take the news that my blood glucose levels are alarmingly high. Days after that I'm on the conveyor belt through Gliclazide, then insulin (when it was assumed I could only be Type 1) and then more recently Metformin (once we were all convinced that it was definitely not Type 1)
But a hanging question has never really been resolved - how could I be healthy in April and dangerously unwell in June ?
And how could I have done everything modern guidance asks of all of us (to an obsessive degree) for three punishing years - and still be diagnosed Diabetic ?
First things first - I presented with weight loss, lots of urinating and lots of drinking water. Hilariously, I had convinced myself that I was properly hydrating, and that it was deliberate, but then our SodaStream yearly subscription was complete in four months - I couldn't argue that I wasn't drinking too much water... I did talk about the weight loss being controlled, but tick-tick-tick - let's get you on the Type-1 treatment. It's by far the most dangerous situation, and despite no family history, it was feasible... so, it seemed like the right call.
After a few weeks of that - we still hadn't had the blood test results looking for anti-body evidence of autoimmune function that would show type-1 or 2 - and so we moved to insulin and a glucose monitor. I suppose most on this sub-forum won't have a great deal of experience of that, but there is a lot to take in, and the support system kicked in. I felt really well looked after, and with some effort, my levels got better - but still spiked surprisingly, and nobody could tell my why. 'Sometimes this just happens' was an answer I got a lot... but I was telling people, 'The only time I feel unwell is when the levels are changing rapidly, it seems to me like the absolute numbers are less important to the amount of change...'.
I should mention - not that I'm looking for sympathy of course - that 5 months of insulin totally wiped out all the effort I had put in for three years - my weight went back up to where it started in a more or less straight line. I didn't complain - the more serious thing was that my blood glucose was being controlled... yes, I understand the problem with high blood glucose, I'll do whatever you ask.
Then I had an appointment with a new consultant, she began the 'interview' by asking about Ketone levels at my first presentation... and as I began answering, said 'wait, I don't trust people', and phoned my surgery to get the answer. When she put down the phone, I showed her my iPad, where I keep notes of everything, and displayed the same answer from a scan of the letter from the surgery. How were we going to have a dialog when she wasn't trusting my answers? 'Oh, I didn't mean that I didn't trust you, just that I don't trust anyone...' Suffice to say that the appointment was a little tetchy from that point. I'm sure she's sat in front of many people she knew to be lying to her face, but it's not the best strategy to build trust and confidence.
Anyway - she was pretty sure I was not type-1, to her credit, and asked me to take another test to finally put it to bed, that test looked for a triggered response of naturally produced insulin, which was positive - clearly, I could only be type-2.
So, that was fine, but I got the news in a letter asking me to drop the insulin and switch immediately to Metformin with 'supplements per NICE guidelines'. I felt that I couldn't just upend 6 months of learning to control the Most Important Thing - my blood glucose level, and needed to understand the whole thing better, so waited till I could speak to my GP. She was great, explained everything, and what Metformin was and what it did.
Which was great, except that some of what she said turned out later to be wrong, particularly in terms of Metformin's primary function.
So - I was now a new type-2, my levels were still too high, and spiking a lot, particularly in the morning. What the hell had kicked this all off ?
When I thought that I was just an unlucky person with late onset type-1, I was prepared to do anything; the hardest thing was accepting that this was now my life, and I'd worked hardest on that. Now, I had to turn my whole thinking on all of this around and start fresh. I needed to learn as much as I could - I didn't really know what glucose was or what made you insulin resistant. I just felt that things didn't add up for me, and I needed to figure it out myself, because where I was headed was really bad.
Luck took me to a YouTube interview with Dr Jason Fung, and then I immediately got his book 'The Diabetes Code' - and I went to bed literally shaking after devouring half of it.
The simple truth was that having reached my weight goals, and keeping my weight steady, I decided to treat myself with Honey. After all, it was natural sugar, we can't burn it, so it's a free pass, and I could see that it was having no effect on my weight. Soon enough, I was having Honey on my cereal in the morning, on sandwiches at lunch, sometimes a little to spice up the family meal that I would cook, and as a snack on Ryvita before bed. I was also mainlining grapes - we would buy four packs a week, and I would eat most of them. Grapes are fantastic in a calorie-controlled diet, because of their calorific density - lots of water... so again, a free pass.
I'm astounded at my own ignorance. Just gob-smackingly incredible.
I understand the mechanism better now, but in simple terms, I had overloaded my liver over and over to the point that my pancreas couldn't keep up, and had gone into beta-cell dysfunction, leading to a rapid rise in blood glucose... in weeks.
Having had that picked up, 6 months of additional insulin was the absolute worst thing I could have done... and now I'm taking the one drug that primarily blocks my liver from unburdening itself.
Unchecked - I'm on a path of taking more and more metformin to address the symptom of high blood glucose, until that stops working, then more insulin..
None of which would ever actually address the problem, that I simply have too much glucose, fructose and insulin in my body in the short term.
The one great positive of my situation is that I continue to wear a continuous glucose monitor (essential to avoid really bad things if you are type-1, but it turns out, very useful indeed for, well, everyone) and I was able to test the various theories in 'The Diabetes Code' and then Jessie Inchauspé with 'The Glucose Revolution' - everything totally stacks up with the evidence I can see with my own eyes, and the things I had intuited from the start.. the glucose spikes were the problem, and I had done this to myself; but I could undo it too.
Turns out, it takes eight weeks of force feeding Geese on Corn Syrup to make Foie Gras - that's what I had done to myself, and the system picked up on the resulting blood glucose level.
Anyway - quite enough rambling from me... where I am now is a full week into alternate day fasting, with close to zero sugar or starch on the eating days. I'm also not taking any metformin, because I can see on my monitor that my blood glucose is only marginally higher than a metabolically healthy person. I'm also supplementing with Huel daily greens, to make sure that the sudden change in diet does not result in loss of nutrients.
I only intend to do this for a month, and to present the results (massive, significant results in only a week) to my GP to force the issue - why, given this would you argue for Metformin? and I have an appointment with the Dietician about a month after that, at which point I may still be doing some form of intermittent fasting, but nothing so extreme, and with low, but not close-to-zero levels of starchy foods and following Jesse Inchuspé's recommendations to do so with no glucose spikes.
I still feel well looked after by the 'system' - I understand the decisions made and the treatment given, GPs only have 10 minutes at a time to make these decisions, and people are just unreliable at telling you the truth, or following a plan - so they treat with medication; can't blame the GP for doing their job.
But - I wish I'd known even a fraction of this much earlier in life..
If you've managed to get to the end of this Wall-o-text, thank you, I know my story is important to me, but otherwise it's just someone's story, and I appreciate you taking the time.
Best of luck (and better advice) on your own journey.
Chris