Hello everyone,
My name is Juan, I am 31 years old and less than a month and a half ago that I debuted with type I diabetes.
I just registered after a couple of days enjoyed reading the experiences and presentations of others and their diabetes.You feel "wrapped" seeing more people that have gone through the same, the debut, the adaptation little by little to diabetes, etc.although each case is different by that thing of metabolism.Congratulations to those who set up the forum, I find the meeting place that you have raised.
So I have to tell the anecdotes of my debut and how I carry it.I'm going to roll up because I think I must laugh at myself and the matter, not only because I think it is the best way to take it, but in case it serves or entertains someone.
I had been drinking a lot of approximately one month, my wife asked me what happened to drink so much.Well nothing, I'm thirsty, I said.That seemed to me, until the last week I not only needed to drink 2 glasses followed by water every 30 minutes, but I started to see blurry from afar.That happens to me when I do not wear my glasses, but oysters, having them on was already suspicious and having done new new ones, I started worrying.But, he agreed that there were rumors of a job regulation file at work for a couple of weeks, so I told myself: this of drinking a lot will be the body that asks for it, and that of seeing blurred with the new glasses will be stress will be.Of course, champion ...
My holy wife began to get heavy with "you see the doctor" ... and also with the nursing of going to the bathroom.Drinking so much after the day, the reproaches of the "to see if we aim better when you go to piss" became daily, with the addition that mysteriously the thing was "sticky" -that happens, friends, when your wife gets tired ofGo behind you cleaning splashes.Nor did I give importance to him for very careful he was, he dirty more than ever with a sticky thing.Then you discover in the Wikipedia that a guy has occurred to prove the urine of a diabetic and knew honey, hence the name "Mellitus" diabetes.Anyway, there are Catan wines.
Total, I am one of those who call his mother rather than to pay attention to my wife, whom I greet from here -to my wife -and with good judgment he told me: to make a sugar test in the pharmacy.That was a Sunday and the symptoms had added the thing to get up even at night to urinate - and drink more, of course - for a couple of days.
Well, the next day I got up as if I had spent a train over two or three times, which cost me a "I told you that you were the doctor" of my saint, and I promised to do it but not without my coffee with milk first,and passing before - as authentic zombie to a pharmacy to do that thing of "the sugar test".
- Good morning, do you do sugar tests?
- Yes, but are you fasting?
- No, but they take the test equally, please.Hurts?
- What's going, it's a little pin.
I don't even notice.A beep.
326.
- Oh, you have it very high even so as not to be fasting, huh?You see the doctor.
- Yes, yes, thanks, it's what I'm going to do.
- It's 7 euros.
I go with a pharmacy card that puts my "brand" of 326 at 9:26 in the morning.Well, I have high sugar.Go to know, and on top of 7 euros less.
On the way to the health center I get hungry, and I plug in a tenderloin with cheese.
- Good morning.
- What's wrong with you.
- Look, a week ago that I have started drinking huge amounts of water, and as I drink it I go to the bathroom.
The doctor opens my eyes a lot and tells me that this can be a symptom of having "the level of sugar very high", and that I get off right now to make me a sugar test.I tell him that I just made one and taught it.
- Already.Well now is 1 in the afternoon, and another will be doneSugar test, go.
392
The nurse looks at a partner and says:
- 392, but it has eaten a tenderloin peep with cheese between this test and the previous one.
Without saying anything, I look at them with a "fuck, what I was going to know, what happens to everyone with the roll of whether I have eaten something?"I see that they speak on the phone.When hanging they ask me to rise my arm and click me with a kind of blue pen that seems giant.I thought that time I was going to hurt, but what is going.Again, I don't notice the puncture.
I go back to see the doctor.
- Well, you are diabetic, without any doubt.
- Ajá.
- I feel so direct but with these sugar levels there is no possibility of making mistakes.I tell you ...
Let's go forward;)
- ... Tomorrow blood analysis, and then you will see your nurse, who will give you a review and give you everything you need.Are you hypertensive?
- Not that I know.
- Well I'm going to take the tension and so tomorrow will have a reference.
He takes the tension.
- Well, this is not worth.You have the very high tension but I think it is because it should have taken it before telling you that you are diabetic.
- He he.
And this is what gives me the most anger: I have read several experiences here that with their debuts they ended up admitted.They sent me home and so happy.That I did not complain, I was fine, but a few days in bed what bad would have done me, with what I need a vacation ...
Now I have been measured by glycemia 6 times a day, I take Lantus at night and get fast according to glycemia ranges at breakfast, food and dinner.I started only with Lantus at night, but that was a roller coaster.I have adapted to the meals, and to the first review they prescribed the rapid if I went from 300. Another week and another show, so when the endocrine saw me told me that basically that "that was shit" and that I was goingto click quickly if I went from 80. I did not believe that they would give me hypoglycemia and not worry.
Yes, he gave me a hypoglycemia as soon as I plugged the first recommended dose.Mild, but go scare.So from the first moment I had to start doing experiments and walking.To the second week I got that I would not go from 300. The next week the thing remained below 200 in all measurements, and except some strange peak, I have been able to maintain it.I have had other hypoglycemia, approximately one every week, the strongest of 37, but also slight (I could react).Next Monday they make me the "Adjusting Payment Treatment", and to see what they tell me.
The truth is that you go a little crazy and it is sometimes frustrating that you eat the same and does not measure blood glucose, or with the same insulin, or even more or less ... but it is experimenting and drawing conclusions, sometimesYou have been caught and others caught.But the matter is to be able to control most of the time, or so I hope!I encourage you to be a bit bewildered because it seems that each body is different and you just have to be patient and being very heavy with control and punctures seems that the thing is balancing on its own ... I was very scared ofPrinciple and now I don't believe the record I have with the matter, although surely I have a lot to learn.I've been very little!
I keep telling you what nurses tell me on Monday, and forgive for the post ...
Juan