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I was dx'ed with type II 2 weeks ago.
January I started having terrible nausea, throwing up every other day, napping hours during the day. Then I got a fever and couldn't keep food down period. After 6 days a friend intervened and said I had to get to the hospital I must be dehydrated (could barely stand up, collapsed once) - this was over the phone. I said I couldn't possibly move, but with her boot to my backside agreed I'd go to urgent care the next day when they opened. Meanwhile, oh the irony, I was lying around sipping gallons of apple cider, fresh oj, carrot juice, pear juice, chocolate milk - and yes water too - feeding the beast w/out knowing it.
It was quite a wild ride, but I ended up in ER with a blood sugar over 600. After a bag of saline and two large doses of insulin - and 7 hours - they brought my blood sugar down under 300 and released me. I wanted to be admitted badly because I had no nutrition after not keeping food down for a week, and knew I needed help. The next morning I woke up wondering: now what? What do I eat?
They gave me a script for Metformin 1K 2x/day but I had to crawl out to the drug store to get it.
I saw a diabetes educator on Monday and got a monitor, had another visit to urgent care where I got another diabetes med (Glipizide 5mg), and have an appt w/ an endocrinologist on Thursday. My BS was in the low 200's (222, 217) until after the Glipizide when it went down to 116 this afternoon.
I can't wait to see a nutritionist next week - everyone is so specialized!
How did I get here? 6 years ago my BS was normal - that's when I started caring for my mom who has dementia. I lost myself in caretaking. I got no exercise (mom couldn't remember if I left the house so I couldn't go for a walk even) - only ambled with her as she held onto my arm for support. I suffered terrible depression and ate for comfort - more and more carbs. My stress levels were very high, and the last year incredibly so (2 of my closest friends died, my best friend lost her short-term memory due to aneurysm clipping, I was dx'ed with macular degeneration, and there's more.) So - it's no surprise I ended up here.
This has been an incredible wake-up call, and I'm trying to see it as a blessing. I have to start taking care of myself and accept - as a friend said - that I'm not the Red Cross!
Thanks for listening. Very glad to have found you. I have a lot to learn - a lot of changes to make - but I'm dedicated to doing both those things.
January I started having terrible nausea, throwing up every other day, napping hours during the day. Then I got a fever and couldn't keep food down period. After 6 days a friend intervened and said I had to get to the hospital I must be dehydrated (could barely stand up, collapsed once) - this was over the phone. I said I couldn't possibly move, but with her boot to my backside agreed I'd go to urgent care the next day when they opened. Meanwhile, oh the irony, I was lying around sipping gallons of apple cider, fresh oj, carrot juice, pear juice, chocolate milk - and yes water too - feeding the beast w/out knowing it.
It was quite a wild ride, but I ended up in ER with a blood sugar over 600. After a bag of saline and two large doses of insulin - and 7 hours - they brought my blood sugar down under 300 and released me. I wanted to be admitted badly because I had no nutrition after not keeping food down for a week, and knew I needed help. The next morning I woke up wondering: now what? What do I eat?
They gave me a script for Metformin 1K 2x/day but I had to crawl out to the drug store to get it.
I saw a diabetes educator on Monday and got a monitor, had another visit to urgent care where I got another diabetes med (Glipizide 5mg), and have an appt w/ an endocrinologist on Thursday. My BS was in the low 200's (222, 217) until after the Glipizide when it went down to 116 this afternoon.
I can't wait to see a nutritionist next week - everyone is so specialized!
How did I get here? 6 years ago my BS was normal - that's when I started caring for my mom who has dementia. I lost myself in caretaking. I got no exercise (mom couldn't remember if I left the house so I couldn't go for a walk even) - only ambled with her as she held onto my arm for support. I suffered terrible depression and ate for comfort - more and more carbs. My stress levels were very high, and the last year incredibly so (2 of my closest friends died, my best friend lost her short-term memory due to aneurysm clipping, I was dx'ed with macular degeneration, and there's more.) So - it's no surprise I ended up here.
This has been an incredible wake-up call, and I'm trying to see it as a blessing. I have to start taking care of myself and accept - as a friend said - that I'm not the Red Cross!
Thanks for listening. Very glad to have found you. I have a lot to learn - a lot of changes to make - but I'm dedicated to doing both those things.
