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Comment by DoctorWrite on May 20, 2012 at 10:28am

Had no idea until around Memorial Day last year. I was thirsty and had dry mouth all the time, even though I downed nearly a gallon of water a day. I peed a lot but thought that was due to all the water. My eyes blurred a lot and sometime got a headache when I overloaded on carbs. In hindsight I guess they were all symptoms. Anyway, long story short, a boil on my shoulder blade turned into an abscess and I attempted to treat it with an herb. The abscess poisoned my blood and sent me into a diabetic coma. I woke up in the hospital after four days. The doctor asked me how long I'd been diabetic and I nearly fell out the bed. My blood had been well over 600 when the EMS brought me in. I spent 11 days in the hospital on an IV drip filled with antibiotics to rid my body of the poison from the abscess. The insulin and diabetic education started as well. It's nearly a year now and I still haven't gotten over the shock. These days I take oral medication and Lantus to control my Type II diabetes. I've also changed my lifestyle significantly. No fried food, limited sodium, more veggies, limited carbs, white bread, pasta, potatoes, are now a thing of the past. I also walk/jog 4-5 days a week. I stress a lot so my blood sugar still tends to run high. My goal is to get off the meds. That's what I really want. Thanks for listening, everyone.

Comment by unclejer on May 8, 2012 at 12:47pm

I had a Heart Attack in 2000. My Gp kept telling me I wasn't Diabetic, in the ER my Cardioligist asked me how long I had been Diabetic because I wasn't taking very good care of it and that'swhat caused my heart attack.

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Comment by diana2000 on April 29, 2012 at 4:19am

there was a weight loss program in Ireland, and threw that program they were doing a diabetes day and for anyone to go to the doc to c if they were diabetic or not, i was drinking alot of fluids and very tired alot, my bf noticed there was something wrong but i ignored it, then about 4 weeks late. i went to my doc, had blood test and few days later they told me, now lost 10 pounds since i was diagnosis 5 weeks ago and feeling great.

Comment by HannaPancreaticallyChallenged on April 27, 2012 at 6:48pm

It was only 12 days ago lol. I had been drinking a ton of water for about 3 weeks while I was traveling in New Zealand and Australia. We didn't think much of it because we were of course traveling in hot climates. Nevertheless, we thought it would be best to have me checked out when we got home. My dad and brothers and I flew into Calgary early on Thursday morning while my mum was still doing some traveling to San Francisco. The weekend came and I started getting really sick. I started researching and I noticed that a lot of my symptoms matched those of diabetes. I told my dad but he was adamant that I did not have diabetes. By Sunday morning I was vomiting up water and I begged my dad to take me to the urgent care at our local clinic. They sent me in for a urine test and I passed out on the bathroom floor. I was put into a bed and they hooked me up to stuff and tested my blood sugar. Within 15 minutes the EMS arrived and I was ambulanced to the ALberta Children's Hospital. I spent the next four days there learning about how I was going to live for the rest of my life.

Comment by Spock on April 24, 2012 at 5:50pm

It was Christmas of 1961 (I was 10.) My only symptom was drinking a lot of water and losing some weight. No drama, no DKA--could we even test for that then? I can't remember. My mom recoginized it as a symptom, as her mom was a T2. They asked me for a pee sample (in an old pill container, OMG!) That was before Thanksgiving. I think I remember a glucose tolerance test, but it is fuzzy. Obviously the results were positive, but no one wanted to "spoil my holiday," so they let it wait.

Mom was all over me about eating, but I had no idea why. I mean, I was losing weight! I was very confused.

That Christmas (more than 30 days after the diagnosis,) I got my first pair of skis. Dad took me to assumption hill (maybe 75 yards top to bottom--this was the midwest!) I walked up the hill, skied to the bottom and dropped. I did not even have the energy to stand up. My dad carried me and the skis home, there was a big tearful "You have D" discussion and I was in the hospital the next day.

I know we don't "do" the hospital thing anymore, but that was a great help. I was TEN!!! What is happening??? The hospital trained me well to shots, and helped me get an idea of what to do. I was ten, you know! Unfortunately, they also explained that I would not live beyond 50, never have kids, etc, etc, etc.... I would again remark: I WAS 10!!!

I proved them wrong. Obviously I surpassed 50 and heaved a huge sigh of relief. It had hung over me for forty years.

Even with the cr*p we had to assist us (glass syringes with steel needles, tes tape (no meter!), no A1cS. It is SO incredibily different now. I couldn't even do after school activities--no way to carry insulin (must be refrigerated in those days) or syringes, plus adults were afraid of me and my "problems," and honestly did not want me around. I learned the value of confidentiality early. Maybe that is why I became, and still am, a rebel!

Comment by JT on April 19, 2012 at 5:47pm

i knew when the doc told me about at the hospital but i few weeks before i was opening presents and my feet stop feeling like not moving at all my uncle tried to push them down but they didnt move i went 2 the hospital and the next day i was fine little did i know i would be in that same hospital again. i was there 4 4 to 5 weeks . on januray 12 the doc told me i am 13 joning 2 14 on july 7 and i remeber that same day every yaer

Comment by Ann on April 19, 2012 at 5:20pm

I kind of knew about it for awhile but ignored it. In 1994 I was in college and was on the crew team. I was exercising 4hrs a day and dropping weight fast. During this time my toes went numb. I worried about it a while and finally went to the college nurse. She checked my fast sugar level and it was over 260mg. She told me that that showed signs I had diabetes and needed to see a doctor. I called my mom and she thought I was faking and chose to ignore it.

Fast forward to 2005. I got a free glucose meter in the mail. I was going to give it to my neighbor with diabetes and she told me to keep it and to check my fasting blood sugar, that she already had that meter. The next morning I checked and my fasting was 176mg. The neighbor said to check it again the next day and once again it was over 170mg. The neighbor said to see a doctor.

This doctor checked my fasting sugar and it was over 180mg. This doctor had the nerve to tell me I was faking and had eaten that morning but check my A1c anyway. The A1c came back 7.0. She said that was prediabetes and sent me on my way telling me to lose weight.

A year passed and I needed a physical for work so I told the doctor I was prediabetic and he asked what my A1c was. I told him and he called the other doctor and idiot and said 7.0 was diabetic and started me on medications.

Comment by Sean401 on December 2, 2011 at 12:50pm

My Diabetes was what you might say self induced. I had been an alchoholic for about 3 years then sobered up for 8 months. In Aug. this year I fell off the wagon and binge drank for 2 weeks. At the end of Aug. I started feling sick, On Sept 3 I went to my local ER and was admitted for Pancreatitus. I was in the hospital for 6 days and went home. A day after I quit taking my pain meds I noticed losing weight and had constant thirst and unriation. I lost 50 lbs. from the middle of Sept. until I went to the Univ. of Missouri Hospital Oct. 9th because I could barely see let alone have enough energy to walk 10 feet. I had Keoacidosis (sorry for the spelling) and was admitted and diagnosed T1. I take 4 shots a day and metformin twice a day. I am proud to say that that I am sober again and take this diabetes very seriously. I have strong support from my family. I feel better than I have in many years. I eat healthy, exercise and my BG stays where it should. My drinking days are over and I want to live a long healthy life.

Comment by kimberly316 on October 21, 2010 at 12:47pm

I was 19 years old in my freshman year of college when I started to eat everything in sight and couldn't get enough to drink(My sister nicknamed me "Whale"). Then my eyesight changed so I went to the eye doctor and was told that my eyes had gone back to 20/20 for no apparent reason. He suggested that I be tested for diabetes and I was diagnosed with Type I February of 2000.

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