I am in the club with you and lee. I was at 1000 when I got to the hospital and I could not hold any liquids or food down. I remember throwing up everyday up to the day I went to emergency and on my way there stopping to get some OJ cause I was so thirsty. I was attending meetings at work and taking brakes to go throw up and comming right back.
I was at ICU for about two days and a regular room for 3. Thank God I was younger man then. Its amazing what the body can handle and how far the spirit takes us. So for me the most memorable moment of D-day would be that feeling of loneliness when everyone leaves your room in ICU and you are left to ponder what just happened to you.
The last meal i had before using insulin was a Jumbo Jack Combo
I don’t really remember my D day, but i do remember going into the ER and feeling really tired and sick. I remember walking over to this wall and leaning against it as i fell to the ground and basically upchucked whatever i had before i got there. I was only 4.
Aah yes…I also had all the classic symptoms: constantly thirsty, a known visitor of the bathroom, for as much as I eat, I lost weight. I ignored them…stupid of me.
In the emergency room, I remember my husband and my family gathered around me, so worried. The concern written all over their faces. I didnt like that. However the person that created a terrible lasting impact on me was the doctor. He scared the crap out of me, talking about death and losing limbs and going blind. My physician sister settled me by saying that I need to educate myself on Diabetes so as not to fear it nor be depressed. I was ignorant then.
That was almost 2 years ago. With education, diet and exercise and contant blood monitoring, I would say the D experience is rather pleasant. Im just so thankful that it is a condition I can handle.
Hi,
I am new and so grateful to have found you all. I got diagnosed rt before xmas. I had some discoloration around my feet. I went to urgent care. I told the dr I wondered if I had diabetes. They did a finger stick. I was at 560. The dr was young, and he looked scared. He said, “Hasn’t anyone told you you have a terrible case of diabetes?!” His alarm fed mine. Thank God the nurses were calm. I was terrified, I demanded some valium, and boy did I get it rt away. I was in a panic until about 2 months ago. I am insulin-dependent, and am trying to be proactive now. I’m happy to be here.
Well we are happy to have u here as well… Look for support here… God knows u need it… I thought marrige was for richer, poorer, in sickness and in health… Sorry if i sound disrespectful but your husband sounds like a real jerk for threatening you with leaving because he doesnt get his wifely duties from you… GEEESSEE… Sometimes GOODBYE is a second chance!
U keep up with your insulin, eating right and try and excersise best you can and if your husband is lucky, WHEN you get better( notice I said WHEN and not IF!!!) that u will still be around for him. Because he sure is not around for you when you need him.
You came to the right place Rachel… Get your support from us!
with diabetes when you have leg cramps it normally means your electolights are out of wack. i get them if my sugars get over 200. my doctors told me to drink a small amount of either pedialite or gatorade G2(since it has lower carbs than regular gatorade.) and it helps
It way May 17th, 2003. I was 13 years old and in grade 7.For about 3-4 months i hadn’t felt right and had every symptom screaming at the top of its lungs saying YOUR DIABETIC. I remember leaving my 2nd class of the day and going straight to the attendance office. I knew if I called my mother that she would tell me to stay in class so I called my grandfather to pick me up.
I hadn’t even been at his house ten minutes before my mom arrived. Apparently she had been worried all day and had decided to pick me up from school and take me to the ER. (wish i had known that I would of just called her) When she got to the school Mrs. Weaver in the office told her I had already left. She also told my mother than I looked close to death and she should take me to the hospital.
I remember constantly being in the bathroom through out the day and since I had my own bathroom at home I had actually slept in my tub a few night so that I didn’t have to travel to far when I had to go at night. I went from 134 pounds down to 94 in less than two weeks and my face looked like a skeletons. I remember that the night before i drank a full 3 liter of Red pop to myself through out the night. I was sooo thirsty all the time.
Two weeks prior to going into the ER I went and saw my pediatrician because of how sick i was feeling. She did a quick look at me and then checked my throat and told my mother it was just swollen glands and that i was fine. She put me on anti-biotics and sent me home.
When I got to the ER the receptionist took one look at me and sent me in right away. The doctors did a glucose check and i was at 736. I remember having a doctor and 3 nurses surrounding me and then sticking me everywhere with sharp needles. After testing my sugar he started a drip right away and constant IVs. He took my mom in the hall and told her what was going on and i remember her coming back in crying. She just grabbed my hand told me she loved me and that she was sorry for waiting so long to bring me in. The doctor came in and told me that i had a disease called Diabetes. He did his best to explain everything to me BUT i wasn’t really in any mind state to understand anything and he said he would come back in a few hours. I don’t know how long i slept but when i woke up it was morning and i was in the ICU. My mom was on a cot in front of my bed sleeping.
The nurses came in and did their work on me and then told me to pick a small breakfast that equaled 4 carb choices. Now like i said i didn’t remember anything the doctor said so i had no idea what she was talking about. So my mom and i got our first class on diabetes from my nurse.
I remember the food being terrible for the first day since i was on a strict diet and coudln’t get my mac and cheese. But as time went by things got better and i was given a lot of new information on diabetes.
I was in the ICU for 5 days and then spent another week and a half in a regualr room. Its amazing how one day you can be a regular teenager and then 2 and a half weeks later can be giving yourself 4 shots a day…lol…
To this day my mom still blames herself for waiting so long to take me to the ER. She says that if she had been a good mom she would of recognized the symptoms and known it was worse than just a cold. And no matter how many times i tell her its not her fault she just doesn’t hear me. For the past 6 years my mother has done soo much for me. She helps me when i start feeling depressed and don’t want to try anymore, she still comes to all of my soccer games and ALWAYS brings a snack for the whole team (usually sliced oranges and capri suns, hey we may all be out of high school and playing in the womans league now but we still love our childhood snack) and she still listens to me when i need her support (even if it is just her listening to me while i vent out my frustrations) She may not know it or not realize it but my mother is an amazing woman. She is the center of our family and she is the life saver when one of us goes over board and needs to be saved.
I was told that my leg cramps were from a lack of potassium and I drank these potassium shakes in the hospital after diagnosis to replace that and possibly other electrolytes that were missing. It was funny that the nurse told me that it would taste horrible, but that I had to drink it anyway. It tasted WONDERFUL. I guess it was what my body was craving!
Try eating foods high in potassium (banana, potato, canteloupe, and more)
I had symptoms for about 2 weeks, but was in denial. After drinking incessantly for those 14 or so days, and finally staying up one night drinking and peeing, I went into the doc and knew what I was going to be told. It was also my husband’s birthday. My first reaction was I’ll never have children, I was crushed. But I’ve had 3 children since my 9/6/96 diagnosis, so there, diabetes!
Learning everything I needed to know what overwhelming. Way too much information to remember after receiving such life altering diagnosis. The whole day was actually a blur.
Patrick, almost a year ago, 18 Aug will be the 1 yr mark. I went to the Dr due to extreme fatigue, I had been camping in an area heavy with deer ticks and figured I picked up a case of Lyme disease. went in on Sat, Doc called me at home on Sun and said he needed to see me Mon morning. Well biggest thing that hit me was the fact that I was totally ignorant on what I needed to do, what I needed to learn… spent a lot of time on line reading until my first diabetic education class. Now these ladies were good in support and a basis of knowledge to build upon. Too bad they only teach the ADA way, I was at least able to learn early on that the ADA is not my friend in this, and lean what I need to do and I have been doing well, got my latest HbA1C results this morning and it is 5.6 and that number was a reward in and of its self.
I was a volunteer in a hospital when I was 14 and a nurse saw me chug three glasses of ice tea in a row. She told me to get my blood sugar checked. Just before my mom took me to the doctor, I drank a giant glass of orange juice. My blood sugar was about 350, but I had lost 25 lbs over the summer and went to the bathroom constantly. I was 14 and it was a school holiday. I hit 25 years Since DX last October 13.
I was diagnosed so long ago (41 years): I was 13 years old and was hungry, thirsty, urinating all the time, eating a lot and losing weight. My mother took me to the doctor after about 5-6 days of this. I do not recall feeling too bad, just scared. I have no idea if I was in DKA or not, no one told me. I think my blood sugar was “over 500” I heard the nurse say. My doctor told my mom that I would have to be admitted to the hospital for a few days.:“She has diabetes, and we want to take care of her in the hospital.” I was so terrified and I did not even know what diabetes really was. I thought it was an awful disease that old people got and you gradually got sicker and sicker and died. I threw a 3 year old tantrum and screamed and cried that I did not want to go and held on tightly to my mother, sobbing. My kind family physician said, “We do not want to upset her… Let’s just take her to the hospital for a few hours tonight”. So I went to our local hospital with a IV/(saline./H20(?) insulin drip for a few hours and came back every day, morning and evening. I went to school during the day’; while they adjusted my insulin dosages and tested my blood sugars, for about 10 days. I don’t think they had A1c’s in 1968, so I have no idea what mine could have been.
God Bless
Brunetta
I was 10. My 5th grade gifted and talented class has just come home from a week long camping trip. During the trip I was peeing all the time. We actually had to pull 2 canoes together so I could pee in the swamp (wonderful experience for a 5th grader!). The last night there I was up all night drinking water and never really went to sleep.
We came home and everyone missed school that day. My mom finally made me go to school on Wednesday with the promise of a doctors appointment after school. It was St Patricks day. I skipped the green cookies and candy at lunch. We went to the doctor after school and low and behold… diabetes. My BG was too high to be read on the meter in the office, so I went straight to the hospital. They said if I had eaten the sweets at lunch something terrible could have happened.
I’d had some labs done for anemia, and unbeknownst to me my doctor had also ordered some additional tests – including something called an A1C. I found this out while driving to the airport on my way to a long hiking trip, when the hospital lab called and said it was urgent that I come in right away to have the labs redone. My A1C was 12, and that was so out of whack with what my doctor had expected, and with the other tests they had done, that he thought it might’ve been a lab error.
I didn’t even know what an A1C was but I was pretty sure it wasn’t a lab error. As soon as I heard the words “blood sugar” I realized I actually had been having symptoms of diabetes, just not the typical ones that everyone always mentions (excessive thirst and urination, etc.). A few months earlier I’d had a chest cold that lasted almost six weeks, even though normally I rarely get sick and when I do, I usually heal fast. I’d also had a yeast infection that wouldn’t go away – something else that never happens. And I was about 50 lbs. heavier than I should have been.
When I got to the airport I started crying again and called the hospital back to grill the lab guy for advice, which he wasn’t allowed to give me. He said all he could tell me was that while the situation was serious, it didn’t develop overnight and wouldn’t kill me overnight, and that I should just go on my trip and come in when I got back. So that was what I did. A week later I had the labs re-done, with the same result. My doctor gave me my official diagnosis on April 23, 2007.
After the appointment I went home and and freaked out crying for about 40 minutes. The nurse had given me a number to call for a free meter, so I called it and ordered one. After I hung up I screamed and threw the phone against the wall so hard it broke.
Then I got online and started reading.
the part that is most burned in was the smell of the room.years later i realized it was humilin-n giving it off.no help nothing,the dr hands me the humalog & needle…do it. ok.little did i realize i’d be doing that 10’s of thousands more time in the next 12 years.dr told me i woulda been dead within the month,coulda been goin on for a while who knows…it was 96 after all(any diabetes commercials then?). my fasting sugar level was well over 800mg/dl.i’m the only one in the family with diabetes,being type 1 makes it more odd.not even distant relatives.once i began my insulin,i got accused by my shop teacher & classmates of using steroids.i was 6’0 & about 140lbs,maybe less.then once the sugar got under control weightlifting worked & quick.gained 50-60lbs really fast,that was cool.on thing that sucks is being an italian that loves to eat & family that loves to feed me.when i go to see nonna,gotta have the humalog ready.i’ll polish off 2lbs of pasta & a loaf of bread,then desert…cooking from the old country i cant turn down(everything home made from scratch),the extra shots are worth it.
inject insulin into fruit? lucky:) the bd ultra fine short needles weren’t available to me so right from the first shot i used those for about 4-6 years til i got the ultrafine shorts.they were 1cc w/ about a 3/4" to 1" needle,dont recall the gauge.after switching & ran out,i had to use the old ones for back up.i cringe just thinking about them
I remember leaving work sometime that weekend because I had been vomiting and having digestive issues. I had also noticed an extreme weight loss in a few days, like 5-8 ponds. My clothes were suddenly falling off. My Vavo had gotten me some ensure because I hadn’t held food down in a few days and we thought I was suffering from a summer flu. My ex boyfriend ( now my Husband ) had come over to watch a movie and he was really concerned about how I looked, It appeared I had two black eyes, I thought it was from being sick and not sleeping well. I told him if I did not feel better in the morning I would go to the hospital.
Around 4am, I got in my car and actually drove to go buy ginger ale at the store around the corner, and I think I drank an entire 2 liter. My Vavo brought me to the hospital at like 6 am because I had extreme stomach cramps and could barly walk from the pain.
I don’t remember what my BS was, I do remember how great the morphene felt that they gave me for pain. I know my A1c was 12.9 and I was in the ICU for 5 days.
fun,fun,fun 
Mine seems pretty much like everyone else. Lost 20 lbs. in a week or 2, so thirsty, woke up with blurry vision, so tried, I just knew if I wasn’t up every hour peeing I could get some sleep(lol now). My mom, uncle and brother in law are all type 2, so I had a little knowledge. Outside smoking I thought I should check my blood sugar. Borrowing my mom’s meter that’s what I did. Then came that moment in time where my life changed. Waiting for the little hourglass to stop blinking. That meter didn’t give a number, no it was flashing Hi, Hi 600+ with that I remember my 1st thought OH SH#*!!! Thankfully I am a veteran as I was unemployed (lost my job cause I was so tried). In the VA hospital in ICU the DR. said the endo. has Dx’ed you diabetic type 1, they use to call it juvenile diabetes. Well it must be my child inside can you please take him out as I am 52 years old. This month I was Dx’ed 1 year ago. Here’s my numbers when Dx’ed bs 672, A1c 13.2 and now avg, bs 30 days on my meter 107 last A1c 6.8
The only reason i remember my D-day is becuase i still have the original box of lancets with the Rx date of 08/08/2001 on it. NO, they’re still not all used up. I had no symptoms and my D was picked up during a routine blood screening. Of course it progressed until the summer of 07, while training for a marathon (i thought that explained the weight loss) and while seeing the doctor for a nasty fungal infection i had, we ran another A1C. 12.4. I started on MDI’s immedately and starting pumping about a year later. So my new D- day is October, 2007 when the results of of C-peptide test confirmed me as a type 1.5. It all makes sense now.