luceeloo
Well-Known Member
Another post about driving reminded me of something that happened two years ago, and in hindsight should have screamed DIABETES, but I remained happily oblivious. It got me thinking of all the missed signs of diabetes... and all those silly little things that happened, but we ignored or didn't realise were signs of Type 2. (No matter how embarassing, in my case!)
Summer 2012, Mr Luceeloo and I decided to go on an adventure to the Black Forest. We filled my trusty Astra up with all kinds of camping equipment, a new three room tent, an inflatable queen size bed (I refused to sleep on anything less), and set off for Dover. I'm the "designated driver" in our relationship, simply because I've always had a car, where he tends to buy superbikes and then occasionally has an old banger car to get him from a-to-b in the bad weather. So our plan was for us to share the driving.
I was fine in England, got to the ferry, ate a burger and chips and bought a massive bag of mini toblerone which we chomped on the journey. An hour into the french leg of the journey I began to feel so tired that Mr Luceeloo had to take over the driving, and I was in no shape for driving from thereon in until our destination about 10 minutes from the Swiss border.
We set up camp in a lovely mountain resort, in the middle of the forest, and the first night was full of torrential storms and thunder unlike anything I've ever heard. During the night I needed a wee, but wouldn't leave the tent as it was pouring it down. No matter, I had a she-wee device and peed into an evian bottle like a man.
The next morning when emptying the bottle it stunk literally like a brewery. It was extremely heady, and not unlike a real ale and I remember wondering what on earth was in German water to make my wee smell like it had been brewed? In hindsight the sugar in my urine had fermented in the 35 degree heat.
Another sign I had for years was a sweaty neck. It would only have to be a slightly warm day, and I'd be ringing wet of sweat.. but not normal sweat. This was sweat that smelled like baking biscuits, cakes, confectionary!
Finally, right before diagnosis, I developed an all over smell that permeated my entire body, but also my urine smelled the same... nothing horrendous or horrible, but EXACTLY like Yardley's English Rose spray. I couldn't figure out how a body spray I'd used once or twice, could have permeated my body permanently. In hindsight, Yardley's English Rose isn't dis-similar to Pear drops.
So there we go, Diabetes... probably the only disease that can make a person smell like a bakery, sweet shop, and pub!
Summer 2012, Mr Luceeloo and I decided to go on an adventure to the Black Forest. We filled my trusty Astra up with all kinds of camping equipment, a new three room tent, an inflatable queen size bed (I refused to sleep on anything less), and set off for Dover. I'm the "designated driver" in our relationship, simply because I've always had a car, where he tends to buy superbikes and then occasionally has an old banger car to get him from a-to-b in the bad weather. So our plan was for us to share the driving.
I was fine in England, got to the ferry, ate a burger and chips and bought a massive bag of mini toblerone which we chomped on the journey. An hour into the french leg of the journey I began to feel so tired that Mr Luceeloo had to take over the driving, and I was in no shape for driving from thereon in until our destination about 10 minutes from the Swiss border.
We set up camp in a lovely mountain resort, in the middle of the forest, and the first night was full of torrential storms and thunder unlike anything I've ever heard. During the night I needed a wee, but wouldn't leave the tent as it was pouring it down. No matter, I had a she-wee device and peed into an evian bottle like a man.
The next morning when emptying the bottle it stunk literally like a brewery. It was extremely heady, and not unlike a real ale and I remember wondering what on earth was in German water to make my wee smell like it had been brewed? In hindsight the sugar in my urine had fermented in the 35 degree heat.
Another sign I had for years was a sweaty neck. It would only have to be a slightly warm day, and I'd be ringing wet of sweat.. but not normal sweat. This was sweat that smelled like baking biscuits, cakes, confectionary!
Finally, right before diagnosis, I developed an all over smell that permeated my entire body, but also my urine smelled the same... nothing horrendous or horrible, but EXACTLY like Yardley's English Rose spray. I couldn't figure out how a body spray I'd used once or twice, could have permeated my body permanently. In hindsight, Yardley's English Rose isn't dis-similar to Pear drops.
So there we go, Diabetes... probably the only disease that can make a person smell like a bakery, sweet shop, and pub!