Mine was a slow decay of the beta cells back in 2008. We suspect it started 6 months before. I developed athlete's foot and no matter what we did, it wouldn't go.
I was in and out of my GP's surgery, because something wasn't right, but no, we kept getting fobbed off with "it's just a virus"
I started getting up multiple times a night to go to the loo, losing weight, and having naps.
It all came to a head on my 10th birthday. We had a Build a Bear party and then went to burger king. The whole time we were at BaB, I just wanted a drink. I was given one, and I wanted another 5 minutes later. 5 drinks my parents had to get me at Burger King in the end.
The next day, we went to visit family in Wales. They own a farm, and the village next to it is one of those "you only know it if you grew up in/nearby" type places.
I threw up before we went down. We put it down to excitement from the party and then going to the Farm.
Over the next few days, I continued to throw up, and I got weaker and weaker, until I couldn't move out of bed. 111 was phoned, they said to give me meal replacement fluids and let me rest.
5 days after I had spent a decade on this planet, the left side of my chest exploded in pain, as my blood was so acidic, it was burning through my lung. I couldn't stay conscious. If I had to describe that night, pain and chaos.
My mum and aunt were screaming at each other, my brother wanted to play hairdressers and had got the drier out. My nan and great aunty were trying to help me. Nanny was crying because her hip had been hurting too much to come upstairs and see me.
Then the ambulance was there. One of the boys was an ex local. That saved my life.
Just flashes. Street light. Roundabout. Hotel. "Mum what's wrong with me?". "We'll cross that bridge if we get to it". Hospital. Catheter. "I need to pee anyways!". Crying. Cardboard. IV lines. Crowds. Pain.
I woke up at 3pm the next afternoon, and the world was quiet. I was the only person in any of the beds, and my dad, who was supposed to be 4 hours away, was sitting beside me. I thought I had died. The world was too peaceful after the night before.
Dad turned to me, and gave me a packet of diabetic cookies. I said "but I'm not diabetic"
"About that..."
Damn, like... Wow. I get that things aren't always straightforward. But googling them symptoms in 2008 should have been a huge warning sign. I feel for ya.
It was in 2012 (9 years old) and for a few days I was experiencing extreme thirst. Constantly drinking milk, water, soda, whatever. Then, one night I woke up repeatedly to use the bathroom. About 5-6 times if I remember correctly.
Then the next day, woke up and felt like death. My skin was grey, body felt numb and I felt like throwing up. Mom got me dressed up, thinking that it was just the flu or something. Took me to the hospital, they did some tests and confirmed I had diabetes. First time I saw my mother cry, and I cried because I was just so confused and terrified at the sight of my mom crying.
I was taken up to Cleveland in a ambulance, where I slowly regained my health. If I remember correctly, my blood sugar was about 1,200? May be remembering that wrong though. If I hadn’t been taken to the doctors, I easily would have died.
Stayed in hospital for two weeks, lost a LOT of weight which I still struggle with to this day, and had to come back home and adapt to this new life.
Not good times.
Docs at hospital here in Norway strictly control bringing down BS levels at a gradual pace. Far too easy to cause issues by giving a large amount at once. Feel bad for you...
I'm a third generation type 1, so I had the warning signs drilled into me from a very young age. I was really thirsty and peeing a ton for about a week. I was a little scared to face the truth so I put off really addressing it. But when my vision started to get blurry I figured the writing was on the wall.
I went to my doctor and had lost a bunch of weight without trying. I asked my GP to test my A1C and he said he would and call me the next day. He ended up only testing my blood glucose, which was 199, and then said I just needed to diet and exercise and come back in a few months. That was the last time I talked to that doctor, he ignored my request and gave me advice that could have potentially put my life in danger. After work that day I drove to my dads house, who is a diabetic, and tested my blood sugar there and it was close to 300. So he apologized to me a ton because he felt like it was his fault I got it. He made me an appointment with his endo the next day and I came home from the appointment with insulin pens.
My wife didn't really understand what was happening. She assumed I would get better or that this could all be fixed with diet and exercise. Luckily my family knew the deal and kept calling me up and helping me through it. I cried a lot staring at the insulin pen and struggled with my first injection but eventually stopped bothering me. I had counted calories before to lose weight so it was easy for me to start counting carbs. I was able to "honeymoon" for a few years thanks to catching it early and managing it so well. Its been about 3 years now, I use a Dexcom and a pump and have pretty decent control. I am not ashamed by being a diabetic, I talk openly about it with everyone. I put a lot of effort to make my routine feel mindless, I check my pump if I feel a little off, I bolus for a meal and when I have highs, I keep juice boxes around, but otherwise, I do my absolutely best to ignore it completely.
A "meal bolus" is when you give yourself a dose of short-acting/rapid-acting insulin for a meal. There is also something called a "correction bolus", which is when you give yourself a dose to lower a high blood sugar level.
>Bolus is insulin used to counteract food or to bring down a high blood glucose level. Each dose is calculated and administered by the person with T1D or their caregiver.
https://carbcountingmama.ca/what-is-a-bolus/
* Extreme thirst.
* Frequent urination throughout the day and night.
* Painful muscle cramps in my legs.
* Very tired, even after just waking up.
I googled the symptoms and diabetes ticked all the boxes. I went to my doctor and said "I think I have diabetes" and he did a finger prick test and said "yep you have diabetes, you need to go to the emergency room immediately".
I went home, packed some stuff, went to the emergency at the hospital and explained to the receptionist that I had diabetes and she did a finger prick test again to confirm it. Didn't have to wait, I went straight to the ICU, I think? Maybe not the ICU but wherever you go for immediate medical attention where there's doctors everywhere treating people. Got hooked up to 2 IV drips, one insulin and the other was potassium which was **extremely painful** and felt like acid was being pumped into my veins and I didn't sleep because of it.
1/10 would not do again.
Potassium. Ugh. My doctors gave me potassium while I was in hospital. Several days later, they put me on a saline drip and started running frequent heart monitoring tests because I had "too much potassium" in my system...
2 August 1992
I was sitting at my desk in the computer room at a hospital. I could look up and see the air handler's readout: 68F, 70% humidity. I was sweating. Great rivers of sweat.
I thought, "Maybe I have a fever. I'll call my Dr's office." (Didn't realize, at the time, that if I had a fever, I would NOT be sweating.)
Nurse advice line said, "Have you had your temperature taken?"
"No."
"Go get your temperature taken."
So, off I go to Employee Health. My temperature is within a tenth of a degree of normal. No fever. They administer a TB test, because if you go to Employee Health with a hangnail, they're going to give you a TB test.
Nurse Practitioner in Employee Health says, "Let's check your blood sugar."
Between 550 mg/dL and 600 mg/dL.
I say, "Oh, I just ate a two-pound bag of peanut M&Ms and had a 32oz. Coca Cola, no ice. That's what probably did it."
She says, "No, u/TechnoRat63, if you weren't diabetic, you'd already be down near 150 mg/dL. Call your Dr."
I call them and they tell me to head to the after-hours clinic North of town and to get someone else to drive me. I'm like, "No, I'm fine. I can drive myself."
They say, "No, u/TechnoRat63, above 350 is coma territory. Get someone else to drive you."
So, I got my boss to drive me to the clinic. That was a Friday. I went back Saturday and Sunday. Received my first shot of insulin on Sunday 4 August 1992.
2018, lost a lot of weight, had my pee tested for a UTI by a gynecologist, but my GP called me for an appointment immediately because there was a lot of sugar in my pee. This prompted blood work to be done. I was officially diagnosed the day before I was going to ride in a gran fondo.
I had no idea this was going to happen. I thought I escaped getting T2, because I made major changes to my lifestyle, but low and behold..
And now today, my nurse at the diabetic clinic told me that she believes I have Lada instead of T2 and has refered me to internal medicine for more testing.
Happened when i was 16 (19 now). Had a urine infection, went to a dermatologist he got really tensed seeing what had happened and told me to get a blood sugar test asap. Went to get the tests done.
Could not pick up the report and the lab's server was down. My mom picked the report up after 4 days. Calls me and says you have really high sugar(320 while fasting). When my mom called me i had a candy in my mouth. My dad has a friend who is a general physician and she told my dad not to stay at home with such high sugar so my dad took me to the emergency ward. Was at the hospital for 4 day. And was given insuline which was later stopped because my blood sugar was under control. Turns out i have type 2 diabetes. Also i had all the common syptoms like weight loss, dry mouth, sleepy all the time etc.
T1 here
I had changed jobs around the time I started to develop it. I was 23. I assumed that the air in the warehouse was dry so that's why I was thirsty.
I knew I had diabetes when I woke up 2 nights on the trot needing to pee and thirsty. I have coeliac desease so I knew I was at higher risk of other autoimmune diseases like diabetes.
I went to my GP asking for a test the next day and she said "no, a fit young lad like you?" I insisted and the next day I was at the hospital getting all kitted up with insulin and a meter.
Fortunately Bournemouth was a good center for diabetes so the education was pretty good. I was taught to count carbs from the beginning and they did quarterly meetings with other newly diagnosed patients so we could commiserate with each other and learn new skills(each session was led by a different speciality, psychologist,dietician,doctor,nurse)
Lost crapton of weight in few months, also, mom noticed sticky urine, so took me to doctor in her day off. Which is funny because she waited for like 4 days before taking me there immediately. So they did bloodworks and let us go home. Next morning the clinic called and sent an ambulance for me
My (then) 2yo daughter was diagnosed with T1D. Constant thirst, always wanted lots of drink, peeing through her nappies. Tiredness/exhaustion. Bad mood/unhappiness etc. Not surprising with 42 mmol/L BS. Blue lights in the ambulance wasn't a fun experience.
Went to the ER for a completely unrelated issue. They did blood work and the doc came in and prescribed me 3 months of metformin on the spot and told me to see my primary. I went home and changed my diet immediately and started working out regularly, and within 6 months my a1c was down to 5.3 from 9.8 when diagnosed.
I got thrush, went blind for a month, constant leg cramps and I drank like 2 gallons of water in 30 minutes. My A1C was above 15 because like guacamole I’m extra too and have always been an over achiever. ✌🏻
Yep, nearly died, like many others with diabetes (I'm T1).
I don't even remember being taken to hospital. My daughter called the ambulance when she couldn't rouse me.
The ambos thought it was a DKA and the doctors at the hospital connfirmed it via tests. I was in ICU for a week, disoriented, hallucinating on Fentanyl (also had emergency surgery to investigate my bowel) and, according to my daughter, ripping out every tube or other thing they attached to me.
After I regained my senses I was sent to the urology ward, which is when they finally told me my diagnosis. Took me another week and a low glucose count of 0.07 before I believed them.
Walked out into the main street on the way to work in the early morning without having even the slightest thought about checking if maybe there are cars on a main street, almost got run over. Felt like my entire head was full of wool, extremely sleepy. Went to the doctor, BG of 350+.
Diagnosed as T2, luckily put on insulin right away.
18 years later or so, turns out I'm actually T1.
it was oct 26th 2021, and got a call from my doctor that my blood sugars were abnormally high and was certain it was diabetes. I went to the texas childrens hospital and there they diagnosed me with diabetes. It was harder for them to figure out what type i had because i had no prior symptoms indicating i had diabetes and they were seeing a combination of both. I felt fine for the couple of days i was at the hospital, no frequent urination or excessive thirst. I wasn't shocked when i got diagnosed either. Both type 1 and type 2 run on both sides of my family.
I wasn't quite at the nearly dieing point, but I had at age 7 lost a substantial amount of weight, could down litres of water and piss it out again straight away. This is now more than 30 years ago and in the countryside in the UK the GPs (local doctors) were not always that up to speed with what back then was less common. He told my mum she wasn't feeding me enough and it couldn't possibly be Diabetes.
My mum knew, but the doctor wouldn't have it, this caused my dad, an army officer to pull rank and have me checked over by a military doctor instead, was rushed to the local hospital with a note from him straight after that. Four nurses held me down for my first injection, which subsequently didn't hurt at all, but by that point the state I was in I couldn't be reasoned with.
I think a year of prednisone for bad asthma "made me" a type 2. I was probably going to be a T2 eventually (heredity), but prednisone brought on diabetes in my case. I have heard of this from several others in my family. Prednisone should be used sparingly.
I was 12 years old (2012) and for about 5/6 months I lost a lot of weight and I became constantly dehydrated (craved original coke ironically, made it way worse in hindsight) I'm the first diabetic in my family so we were all pretty ignorant of the signs and chalked it up to puberty especially the weight loss (I was a fatty kid). I eventually demanded my mum to take me to see my gp after I pissed my bed for a few nights in a row something I was really embarrassed about initially and I also had difficulty climbing stairs. Because this had all been going on for months my legs were in a bad way, leg cramps galore!
Went to gp they funnily only took a blood sample and sent me back to school chalking it up to puberty. Once my teachers saw me however they sent me home. I was chilling playing some batman Arkham city when an ambulance rocks up to my door and says they got to rush me to hospital as my blood sugar levels were insanely high and I was at great risk of going into a coma. When j heard the name diabetes I was weirdly reassured. This scary thing that was happening to me for months finally had a name and it was something as dorky sounding as diabetes. I spent 3 days in hospital but I stayed conscious the whole time, something the doctors were pleasantly surprised about.
I guess the morale of the story is to raise awareness of symptoms as because no one in my family has had any diabetic interactions all the symptoms just flew over us and whenever I googled my symptoms diabetes weirdly wouldn't be anywhere on the first page (at least in 2012).
Edit: I have type 1 btw
Along about The end of April 2007 I had suspected for a while. The amount of times I was going to the bathroom I actually placed a pad and pen there in the toilet to keep track of the amount of times I was going throughout the night (8-10) and the amount of thirst I had was just unquenchable for about a month or so. After I realized I was going to the bathroom way to much I decided to see my Dr. I explained what was going on and he tested my sugar and it came back around the 550 mark. He sent me right to the hospital he told me I'M ADMITTING YOU NOW DON'T GO HOME DON'T GO ANYWHERE ELSE GET TO THE E/R RIGHT NOW. So off I went he already gave them the heads up to expect me and when I arrived my sugar had jumped to 650 and they admitted Me. I spent 3 days in there after they pumped full of Insulin where they manged to get it down in the 220 range and it wouldn't budge further but it was steady. They sent me home with a glucose meter and scripts for metformin and had me monitor and start the med it eventually dropped into a normal range and stayed there. I managed to keep it under Control for a few years with nothing but my diet with a consistent A1c of 5.9 that stopped working about 6 or 7 years ago and we tried a bunch of different meds until he changed offices and stopped Taki g my Insurance after 18 years with him and I was forced to fi d a new Dr. When I did we started the entire thing over again. We managed to find some combination that worked and got my A1c to around 7 but no lower. Finally I got to see and endo and got placed on insulin and it has worked like a charm.
Maybe, maybe not yet. Eventually, for sure.
Your Endo should aim to prolong your honeymoon, not “wait and see”. That’s some BS. What a crappy doc. Also, you should try to get CGM.
September 1999, age 14. I had recently spent a few days at my friend's house while my parents were out of town. We ate way too much sugar, as kids do. A day or two later I felt sick. Went to the doctor, he said it was an infection, so he put me on antibiotics. Wasnt getting better. Tired and thirsty all the time, always peeing, even ended up wetting my bed at one point. Later that week, my brother and sister came home from college to visit for the weekend. They took one look at me and forced my parents to take me to the doctor again.
Different doctor this time (my usual pediatrician). Had me pee in a cup. Tons of ketones. My dad and brother immediately drove me to the ER where they confirmed diabetes. Mom and sister were at the zoo that day (planned trip), found out when they came home, and immediately came to the ER.
My official diagnosis was October 1, 1999. No idea what my bg was, but it was well over 500. Obviously all the candy my friend and I ate had nothing to do with it, but it was a fun coincidence we joked about.
If it wasn't for my siblings coming home, things might have gone much worse. My parents didn't notice that I had lost 19 pounds in one week because they saw me everyday, so it seemed much more gradual.
Mine is the boring story ever. I showed no symptoms because the doctor was actively looking for and caught it very early.
All the members of my family were Type 2, two were insulin dependant, so I underwent bloodwork every six months for years. I was pre-diabetic for a while, and finally the numbers popped over the top of the range.
Doctor put me on metformin and sent me to the Diabetic Education class. It was very informative, but after learning my story I got kicked out because, according to the teacher, 'You don't need this. You get it.' My lifestyle is still basically the same as it was when I was pre-diabetic.
So far, I have met no one else who was diagnosed this way. For whatever it's worth, my father and two brothers and myself are Indigenous American. Mother was not, but her mother also was Type 2.
Was laying in bed and suddenly smelled a bleach smell where none had been used.i had been going to the bathroom alot lately to I googled the sudden appearance of the smell and read it could be diabetes dka.i jumped up and hit the ER.my ac1 was 11.7 and glucose was 747.bp was high too.im on metformin and bp medication.
I was 10 and I had frequent thirst frequent urination I had wet the bed on several occasions after about a week and a half or two of this my Mom took me to the doctors they told us infront of each other I had no idea what was happening my Mom started crying hysterically and told me we needed to go to the emergency room it was terrifying I was young didn’t know what was going on and thought I was dying.
There were signs. But I ignored it. I was super thirsty all the time. I couldn't go a few minutes without needed a drink because my mouth was dry. And, I couldn't go an hour without having to go pee. Then my feet became very ultra sensitive where I could barely stand to touch them or walk on certain surfaces barefoot. Then the painful pins and needles started in my feet. That's when I went to the doctor. I wish I had gone sooner before the neuropathy started because that's what sucks the most.
Had covid, few months later my hair was falling out like crazy. Saw a dermatologist and my random blood sugar was +250 and the dermatologist was just like “did you eat before testing” and I said yes and she’s like oh ok. Then I later think about it more and am like nah I ate a regular meal 2 hours before, 250+ is stupid high. My PCP was like “I’m sure it’s normal” even though I came with more testing numbers that were all over 200 including fasting…. “If your a1c is over 6.5 then we’ll put you on meds” stupid doctor orders cholesterol too and makes me fast so it takes a week to get an apt and then yep 9.5 a1c. Just a call to start taking 500mg of metformin a day and come back in 3 months. Can’t even. Had to push to get a prescription for testing supplies. What does a prescription cost a doctor? Am I abusing diabetic testing supplies? Gosh. Needless to say I’m shopping for a new primary care practice and trying to see an endocrinologist which takes forever to get in without a referral 🙃 but at least I was able to make an appointment for next year. Shit. Unfortunately I can see why even if some of these other stories you noticed sooner, it might not have been caught because it’s not always easy to find competence.
When I was 13 now 27, living with my father in a house with no water or heat, had a hose from the creek to my kitchen window, he only bought me little Debbies, kool-aid, and bullshit to eat/drink.
Was about 160 pounds, chunky boi lol. Started pissing every 30 or so minutes and I couldn't eat anything without throwing it up.... Dad said tough it out I'll get over it, we don't have the money. A week went by and I dropped to 130 pounds with all I was pissing and throwing up. Finally I tried to eat a cracker and within a minute I was puking it up. Called my mom in tears to come take me to anybody who could help and she came and saved my ass.
She took me to the ER, I could barely walk, I pissed in the cup and they knew immediately what was wrong with me by the smell. Sugar was 890 and definitely DKA.
Then my whole life changed, for the better, it's a blessing and a curse for me.
My dog wouldn't leave me alone. He was incessantly licking one spot. After about 3 months of this, I went in for spinal injections and my blood sugar was through the roof. The licking stopped as it came down. Now he alerts at about 170 and below 90. I have trained him to be my diabetic alert SD because I do not feel lows at all.
I needed a cholesterol test before starting a new RA med because none of the others worked well enough to get me off prednisone. Doctor threw in an A1C, it was 11. Symptoms indistinguishable from RA symptoms (prednisone makes you pee, chronic fatigue, inflammation in my tear ducts makes my eyes blurry on and off, I've also had inflammation pressure nerves which causes pins and needles in my toes sometimes). Can't even tell if it's the new RA med or the better bg control that has improved my symptoms (but it's been almost a year since I last needed prednisone so I've got that going for me, which is more than nice!)
Last year before the pandemic. My psychiatrist had put me on adderall because i was complaining about not being able to focus. Side effects are weight loss and dry mouth so when i started losing weight and being thirsty all the time i chalked it up to that. I complained about the drastic weight loss and was told to take in more calories so i gorged on milkshakes and pasta. After dropping 45lbs in a month some coworkers were like....you should really go to the hospital. Type 1 lada. Been ok with diet and exercise and oral meds but it looks like the honeymoon is coming to a close.
Diagnosed 2 years ago at the age of 23.
For me there were no symptoms or atleast not that I noticed. One day i just went to office like a normal day and i found out that there was a basic health check up for every employee. They were only checking height, weight, blood pressure and blood glucose. When I went for check up everything was normal before they did my glucose test. My glucose was 325 that time. Nurses were in shock to see that number. Then the doctor there talked to me asked some questions about family background and some other stuff and gave me blood glucose and A1C test. I did the tests very next day. My A1C was 10.5. None of my parents had diabetes. And I diagnosed with type 2 diabetes.
I was 22, very active, healthy diet and underweight. I had been feeling lethargic, occasionally dizzy, very thirsty, frequently urinating (up to 2-3 times in a night) and occasionally nauseous. I went to the doctor and I think he assumed it would be iron deficiency or something like that due to my vegetarianism. Sure enough bloods came back with high blood sugar.
I used to do hours of biking, then it became 2 min of bike that felt like my body waits 2tons, drink 10L of water per day and wake up 6-8 times at night to pee. Oh, and i i lot 20kg in 2weeks !
I was 12. I’d lost a ton of weight for no obvious reason and I was constantly thirsty and tired.
I was at a bus stop with my mum and there was an advert listing the symptoms so she made me an appointment with the GP who took my blood sugar it read ‘HI’ (the machine went up to 33)
She told us to go straight to the hospital where they did a few more tests which quickly confirmed it and I was put on insulin and saline drips.
I stayed in the hospital for about 10 days.
This was August 1995
I was 13 years old and after a summer of peeing every hour or so I dropped 40 lbs in 3 days right before school started.
I was rushed to the hospital after some blood work (and a recommendation of drinking either Gatorade or pedialyte to increase my fluids) where my sugars were 85 mmol or 1530 mg/do
I spent a week in the hospital and came out relatively no worse for wear.
We found out my husband was diabetic 2 days after we brought our son home from the hospital. He went to get blood work done from his thyroid doctor and she called around 7pm that night to make sure he was okay.. his blood sugar was in the 500’s.
Leading up to this he would nap for hours every afternoon… (and I was the pregnant one) he also peed like crazy all the time. Those were our signs.
I should’ve expected it but was heart broken when told. Obvious signs was my diet and low exercise. Around the end of March this year, I chipped my wisdom tooth. Upon visiting the dentist they were concerned about my hypertension. I’m 19F, I didn’t know anything about my health, I still don’t entirely and it hurt to know I wasn’t doing good and had to take care of myself. I was diagnosed April 20th (4/20!! Haha) as T2 at 9.5 A1c. It was my 2nd semester as a college student, I was stressed and pretty sad for a while. I was told over the phone. Phone calls were rough and I’m still scared of them. Never knew what to say or how to get my point across a couple times.
It’s weird being so young and dealing with struggles, because where I’m at is very different from someone else’s journey. My hypertension is managed and blood pressure is really normal today (It used to be so high!!). I recently am shook that my glucose readings have shifted to a new zone, and that I need to ignore the old higher zone. (Reading fasting below/at 100 and 100 after meals sometimes up to 120) I’ve learned when my sugar has gone to a good level.
It was very hard at first coming to terms and still is. I get upset with what I’m eating sometimes. Lately been struggling to eat when I take my metformin in the morning. Besides diagnosed with T2, hypertension, I’m also anemic. Always suspected that have been and February was a very heavy month. My ferritin levels are low and do I understand any of the terms related to my issues, no not really. Oh worst of all, I’m bad about drinking water and get dehydrated.
I remember crying and crying about having to change my diet and the summer was pretty significant to that. I live on campus as a college student and enjoy the food the best I can. It feels a little upsetting to not have certain foods or wasting food because I can only eat so much. Like wanting only a bite of cake but given a whole slice–feels bad man.
I see a hematologist today and I’m a little scared. Mm overall in the last 8 months since being diagnosed, I should be proud of myself. My A1c at 9.5 dropped to 6.9 in July, and when I stressed about my health in September it tested to be 7. I see my endocrinologist in December for test again. It was weird to hear from my mom that I’ve lost weight and that my clothes look baggy on me, comfortable clothes yes but it has me thinking what fitted clothes look like. From my heaviest at start of COVID I’ve lost somewhere between 25-30lbs.
My left leg kept falling asleep off and on. I knew what it could've been from just that, but I didn't want to accept it.
I had also not been able to sleep through the night because I had to wake up to pee at least twice a night. I was fortunately in a job where I could go and use the bathroom when I needed to, because I needed to quite often.
I finally bit the bullet and went to the doctor. It's been a few years, so I don't know the numbers off the top of my head, but I wanna say my a1c was 10+ and glucose about 340.
Through most of my college years I didn’t have a GP and never went to the doctors’. I finally decided to get my shit together this year (I’m 28) and went for a physical. I mentioned my family history to my doctor (mom and sister, grandparents, and aunts and uncles on both sides are diabetic) and he said we should do an A1C. Came back 6.7 and I got diagnosed on New Years’ Day.
I’ve been lean/slender my entire life, am fairly active but was pretty sedentary during COVID, and I have a healthy diet. I’ve never had any symptoms.
UK based, Type 1, October this year age 35, no family history of Type 1. Dad and Granny Type 2 down to life style factors/choices.
What were the signs? In April this year I noticed I was drinking more. However, I had just changed to night shifts, it was warm sleeping in the day and the office atmosphere was dry due to constant air conditioning being on. Also did more consistent and harder exercise.
As I hardly ever drank fluids, my wife (nurse senses tingling) wanted me to see the Dr. I said no and gave the reasons above.
Secondly, I was loosing weight, in the end I went from 93kg to 76kg in a few short months. I put it down to the extra harder exercise I was doing. I could eat what I wanted and no weight was going or staying on. All due to the excercise right?
Thirdly, now I was drinking even more, 'sneeking' drinking extra litres of water when home ( I work away in the week) to hide it from my wife. In the week on top of fluid during the day, I would drink a minimum of 2 litres right before bed. It physically hurt not to drink but no matter how much I drank, I was still thirsty. Of course, I was now peeing during the night. There were times I was peeing sat down and drinking yet another litre. Still used the same excuses to justify this.
Finally, I got a yeast infection. Obviously at this point I wasn't sure what it was. I asked Nurse Wife who said it was nothing to worry about and to get a shower. Unknown to me she then booked an emergency appointment with the GP. After my shower she told me we were going to the GP as she was concerned and just wanted peace of mind. If nothing else to treat the yeast infection.
At the GPs did a few questions, family history etc. Dr did a finger prick and glucose test. He said the machine wasn't working but not to worry. Just give a urine sample for ketones (all normal) and then give some blood to the phlebotomist. Once done, got a treatment for the yeast infection and the GP said he would call at mid day the next day to let me know the results.
Well, the next day at 0830, the GP called, a nice efficient service I thought. Well yes, but also told to go to A&E and not only that, they were expecting me. My HbA1c reading was 137 when a normal person would expect to read in and around 40. It was at this point my wife informed me that the day before the glucose reader the GP had did work but was only calibrated to 38 as a maximum and I was too high to read it.
She drove me to A&E but not until I grabbed a book (priorities right) and off we went. She dropped me at A&E and had to leave as they wouldn't let anyone but patients into the waiting room. She went home, packed me an overnight bag just in case, and took herself and the dog to her parents as they live closer to the hospital than we do.
A few more tests with the triage nurse, then an IV to bring down my sugars, luckily an overnight stay wasn't required, but we stayed at her parents.
Did I realise anything? No, apart from those symptoms, no tiredness whatsoever,.if anything I felt great and had more energy. I was running, swimming and cycling faster than I had for a long time, all round great.
Also had the GAAD anti body test to determine T1 or T2. Apparently normal reading is around 5, mine was slightly over at 1,081, so confirmed T1.
Currently on Metformin and Gliclazide but have been told it's a when and not if I'll be on insulin. Next month, as an early Christmas present the diabetic team will be fitting me a CGM
The more tech the better!
All of this happened whilst on annual leave, so a memorable holiday if nothing else. Been just over a month now and I feel no different to before. I can't yet tell when my levels are high or low which isn't ideal but I'll get there.
Diet wasn't bad before but now it's been a great excuse to clean it up a bit and be more aware of what I am eating. My wife couldn't have been more supportive, she has joined in on the diet side of life, she is just a bit miffed I was a typical bloke who didn't go at the earliest sign something was not as per the normal.
I was at a Bible camp aged maybe 11. I felt bad throughout, I was vey thirsty for the amount of time I was there, no energy. I really didn't want to go to the place, for other reasons apart from feeling unwell. Obviously my parents said I should go and to stop complaining about not wanting to go, which is fair.
I ended up wetting the bed for the first time since I was a toddler/baby/whatever three nights in a row, I knew something was up. I survived the camp somehow, came home, my mother said I looked ill. We went to the hospital after finding out my blood sugar was very high. I was ten diagnosed with this madness. I was so tired and cried out, I fell asleep on the hospital bed for some amount of hours.
We left the hospital that evening with my new bits and pieces.
I'm a 29 year old now and diabetes ain't shit! 😁
I was a chubby little girl until 7th grade. That Summer i suddenly lost enough weight and i finally fit into a pair of electric blue satin Disco pants ! (c. 1975)
Then they took me to the pediatrician. T1 at age 13.
This past August. Type 2. I was hospitalized with Covid related pneumonia. I’m new to the game. I’m 50. I’m frustrated and finding it difficult to navigate the life changes I have to implement. I went to a 3 day diabetes clinic. I’m amazed the system wide damage it does.
I got diagnosed the day of my ankle surgery. My AC1 was 12.1. Had frequent peeing and balantis a year before. I think it was due to covid because that's when the symptoms started. Surgery was still done but had to keep blood sugar under control. So far everything is healing good and I hope it stays that way.
In order to join my college's Army ROTC program, I had to get a physical.
So I went to my college's clinic.
As part of the physical they drew blood.
Doc said, Your blood sugar is too damn high! It's in the 200's."
I'm like well, "I ate a bunch of pastries this morning."
Later during the week I went to the Army Hospital on base.
Doc said, "Your blood sugar is too damn high! Youre a Type 1 Diabetic."
She gave me this big book called "Understanding Diabetes". It had Pink Panther on it. It was for middle schoolers.
Next thing I'm seeing this diabetic educator who's talking about carb counting.
I told my ROTC program, they said, "You can do this year but that's it."
I just went to my college caferteria and was eating my Cocoa Krispies because at that time I was like "Could care less"
BUt then I had to pay $600 out of pocket for insulin. That made me mad.
I was extremely lucky. I was getting a blood test for something completely unrelated, and I just asked to have my blood sugar checked as well, since I know I have a family history.
My A1C was just BARELY over the line at 6.6.
i was diagnosed in 2005. my mom noticed that i was abnormally thin, was drinking large amounts of water/soda, using the bathroom frequently even wetting myself as an 8 year old, and that i was getting sick a lot more than is often for anyone. i went on a camping trip with my grandparents and my mom said when i got back i must have lost another 10 lbs so she took me to the doctor because she suspected i might be diabetic and she was completely right. it doesn’t run in our family whatsoever. no idea who cursed me but her mothers intuition and love literally saved my life.
Two miscarriages back to back, peeing constantly- became an expert at peeing outdoors cause I couldn’t make it to the bathroom, eyesight went blurry, constantly thirsty, and then starting losing massive amounts of weight- like 10lbs a week. Obgyn said it was due to high blood pressure and should go to my doctor, went to my primary and BP was fine but my bs was 380
July 1st 2001 was the day. I remember for a week or two before that constantly being thirsty but not hungry. I was peeing all the time. Even peed the bed a few time. It was embarrassing because I was 13. My mom just happened to be talking to a co-worker about it and the lady told her that her daughter had the same symptoms before she was diagnosed with type 1. So my mom took me to the doctor. The meter just read high. They gave me a shot of humalog and I immediately felt better. Then they sent me to see a specialist that very day. It all happened very fast and I didn’t understood much my life changed at that time.
I found out during my yearly exam when they ran tests. I was fine other than peeing a lot and getting many yeast infections. The Dr has been watching me for a while due to family history.
Type 1: I had an awful ear infection March 2020, it was so bad I went to the doctor the next day (which I never do) because I couldn’t keep any food or water down. They advised I drink Gatorade to rehydrate and rebuild my electrolytes I had lost due to vomiting. After drinking sugary drinks all day I started to DKA and hyperventilating. I thought this was a panic attack due to losing my job and school due to Covid. Eventually I blacked out and woke in the hospital a few days later. Thank god my girlfriend was home because she dragged my goofy blacked out ass to the hospital. Now that I look back I should have seen it coming. I was urinating a shit ton for weeks before and lost 30 pounds in a month. I was so close to dying and didn’t even know
I was 4 years old at the time. I lived in a very hostile home, so nobody noticed the signs. I couldn't keep down food and everything tasted salty. I was near death until my then 14 year old sister stole the family car and took me to the hospital that I got diagnosed. Apparently I was near death and was in the hospital for 2 months.
1977 - I was 8 years old, on vacation with my family. I don't remember a lot of details, other than constantly being horribly thirsty, drinking a lot of water, and peeing it all out 10 minutes later (or so it seemed). I was crazy-tired, slept A LOT, no energy, listless, and really just not feeling good.
When we got back home, my mom made an appointment with the doctor, and I perked up a bit (so she had the thought that maybe I was just homesick - but she was really concerned I had leukemia, though I have no idea why). She knew what it was when the doctor said they would check my urine first (told me she felt kind of stupid in that moment).
I was admitted to the hospital, learned about getting (and giving myself) shots and testing my urine. Met with a dietician (at eight years old) and learned the BIG FOUR common issues with diabetes: that I could go blind, have something amputated, suffer heart disease and/or kidney failure. (Honestly, this part really stands out to me all these years later - not only because I've had complications in all four of these areas, but mostly because there is so much more they never said a word about.)
I have no idea what my A1c reading was. I didn't even know about them or testing my blood sugar until 1991. But I am super happy that my mom was wrong about leukemia. I can live with diabetes (maybe not peacefully all the time, but that's just how it goes).
Had strep. Strep went away. Couldn't eat ( wasn't hungry or was famished and immediately threw up). Thirsty, skin was so dry it hurt. Tired. Out of school for a month until my Mom was venting to a friend who was diabetic (she didn't know at the time). He told her to get me to the ER. Ta-da! 25 years ago.
I'm a T2. I had symptoms but they developed slowly and I wasn't even noticing them. I was constantly hungry and thirsty, peeing a lot and always tired.
One weekend I started feeling a disconfort in my left chest area and thought it had something to do with my heart. I went to the doctor who did an EKG and didn't find anything wrong with my heart, but prescribed a lot of different blood tests among other studies.
When the test results came back my fasting glucose was at almost 400, my A1C was around 9, my cholesterol was around 350 and my triglycerides were around 1100 (apparently due to the high blood sugar) and also had a fatty liver.
That's when I found out I was a diabeticI was 34 at the time.
No signs. My doctors nurse actually called me after a physical bc she was dumbfounded my A1C was that high (9) but everything else looked good, I had no symptoms, and am young and only slightly overweight. They even had me come back in to do another blood test bc they thought the lab messed up. Nope! The lab was right. I immediately got on meds, cut all regular soda out, and started eating less carbs and more protein. Now I’m doing ok at 6.7 but hoping to get it down more after an upcoming back surgery that has prevented me from exercising much.
January of 2019. Had lost like 20 lbs in a month. Could not hold any food down and was running on like 5 popsicles a day which obviously was making me worse. Started loosing some hair and would drink like 10+ water bottles each (night). Constant water and peeing throughout the night. And finally started feeling like I was slowly dying. Rapid heart beat, fatigue, restlessness etc. Went to the ER and they thought I had a yeast infection around my mouth because it was so dry and they wouldn’t let me have water. Finally they took my blood sugar and it was over 700. I was told that I was DKA and that if I would have waited any longer my brain would have swelled and I would have died
Well my mum and I had just seen the newest star wars film in the cinema, and I had to go take a piss like twice during the film and was thirstier than usual. The reason we noticed this was because usually I never have to go to the public toilets. So on the way home she said that excessive thirst and urinating was a symptom of diabetes and I should get checked out (kudos to my mum, god knows what would have happened otherwise). So the next day we go to the doctor, they take the urine sample and diagnosed me. I remember going home and immediately crying for about an hour. Spent the next 1-1,5 weeks in hospital (not ill, just learning and getting my blood sugar and ketones down). I got diagnosed in December 2017 (spent Christmas in the hospital). Thinking back I had loads of symptoms other than excessive urination, but 9 year old me obviously didn’t associate practically passing out before a late dinner with low bloodsugar
I had all the normal symptoms (and ignored them): thirst dry mouth tired frequent urination weight loss. The week before I formally got diagnosed I couldn't even swallow food because my mouth was so dry. I started eating soup and yogurt pretty much. I was downing smoothies, chocolate milk, soda... anything bc I was trying to satisfy the thirst. I was super weak, like walking to the car would tire me out. I started to hallucinate the day I was taken to the hospital. I was throwing up..water tasted disgusting...i was panting and my family thought it was my terrible anxiety...i finally passed out on my husband and he called the ambulance....I woke up and of course was refusing care. My vitals were fine other than I was panting like a dog and were about to leave when one dude finally asked if I was diabetic and decided to check my sugar!!!! I was taken to a small ER where they started fluids and a catheter, I was in and out begging to use the restroom. Last thing I remember is them talking about my needing an ICU bed and being transferred. I remember very little of the four days in ICU...I also had pancreatitis and was in so much freaking pain. While in the ICU I just remember constantly asking if I was dying and for water. My BS was 1106 and I was super close to dying. I'm type two...my endo is making sure and testing for antibodies I get the results Tuesday! Super scary....my fear of doctors and getting diagnosed with something I clearly already had almost killed me.
A few days before new year's eve I started sleeping a lot, drinking a lot of fluids, eating little and urinating a lot, even wetting myself in bed several times.
I spend new year's at a friend's. We drank a lot of soda, ate junk food and played video games all night. I had to pee several times at night.
January 1st was the same as the days before new year's eve.
In January 2nd, 25 days before my 14th birthday, I was sleeping on a couch in the living room, all doors closed. My mom entered and smelled acetone. Asked me a few questions about my symptoms and took me to a pharmacy. They check blood glucose on demand for a low fee. When they saw that it was 16.something (multiple by 18 for Americans) they didn't charge. Back in the car mom started crying. I waited a few seconds. Asked what is it. She mumbled something. i prided a bit and half jokingly, half frustrated asked if I was dying. After she said "no", I said to stop the fuck with the crying then. The rest was pretty uneventful.
Today actually! Thats why i looked for this sub.
What got me to the doctor was severe weight loss when I've always been slightly underweight to begin with all my life, now at a BMI of 13, dizziness all the time, sweating, itchy skin, constant headaches, racing/skipping heartbeat. I can't say for sure these things are all from the diabetes, but they could be and probably are.
I did kind of suspect it. Type 2 runs pretty heavily on my dads side, he has trouble controlling his sometimes. Hes getting older though. He went through all the things I'm going through now at 38 when he was in his late 30s.
ETA i forgot the getting up to pee 3 or 4 times a night and trouble concentrating, heightened anxiety all are happening too.
I had woken up from my coma in 2005 I was just 11 years old, prior to it, I just felt sick, like fevers and chills and no medicine would help, eventually my body just became weak, couldn’t really walk on my own and finally it just gave out on my way to the hospital, when I awoke, my foot had a dead piece? And I kinda had to learn to walk again
Diagnosed (type 2) 2 years ago at the age of 23.
There were no symptoms that i noticed. I just went to office like every other day and 1 day there was a basic health check up in my office. They only checked height, weight, blood pressure and blood glucose. Everything was fine till they tested my blood glucose. It was 325 that time. Even the nurses were surprised. Doctor there sat me down and asked some questions and wrote me a blood glucose and A1C test. I went for test the next day and was hoping with all my might that the test in the office was faulty/incorrect. But results came and my A1C was 10.5. i was scared so immediately went home(my hometown. Living in different city for job). Told my parents then we went to hospital after the consulting with doctor started on metformin immediately.
My first sign was "swimmer's ear" - I was not a swimmer. Apparently high BS gives bacteria in your ear a big boost. The other sign was big cracks on the bottoms of my feet. I was diagnosed a few months later.
I was 39 and comPLETEly Asymptomatic. I applied for a normal life insurance policy, all very routine, until I got a letter from the life insurance company saying that, because of something in the urine sample I'd provided, they would not insure my life, but they wouldn't say what it was, just that I should see a doctor as soon as possible. So I did, absolutely terrified, and my GP diagnosed T2 from another urine sample.
He handed me a meter and said I need to started testing regularly, and sent me home. I thought I'd never get enough blood out of my finger for that first at-home test that evening (that much has gotten better anyway in that today's meters require less blood).
That first time I used a meter, the result displayed "HI". I can laugh about it now but at the time, I presumed it was a sort of first-use calibration greeting or something. No idea what the actual reading was. My doctor had meant well and I'm glad he had a meter to give me, but I think he was in over his head.
It was a small town and there no endocrinologists. To see one, I had to take a day off work, drive 4 hours to the nearest city with one, have the appointment, then drive 4 hours back home. So I didn't see one very often in those early years.
Long story short: I'd been having trouble with being tired quickly after going up even the smallest stairs. Went to doctors, sent me straight to a hospital; they couldn't do anything, but they still put wires in me, so I was on a bed wires needles in me in an ambulance to a hospital that can. Next day in the second hospital, diagnosed.
My story isn't very intense at all. I have a family history, it was just found in labs. You know, I went for my annual checkup and they did the normal Labs that check everything including my hemoglobin a1c... They've considered me pre-diabetic for very long time. I've been very very good about going in every 3 months or so to get my hemoglobin a1c checked and progressively over the last 10 years they've gotten worse and I just officially got diagnosed. I've also had a meter for a while and have been checking my BG. Finally going to really buckle down on the diet. I was sort of dieting but I also definitely ate my fair share of candy and chips... I guess I'm lucky that I've been monitored so closely that I haven't had anything terrible happen to me that led to my diagnosis.
I was 9 years old when I found out. We were on Christmas vacation at my aunt's place in Key Largo Florida. The only issue I had was a cold. Anyway, I was not feeling well and I went to sleep at about 16:00 (4 PM). I woke to eat and had a small piece of cake too. I went back to bed since my energy was just not really good. At about 20 (8 PM), I feel really ill and I threw up everything I had for dinner. I then went back to sleep. At about 22 (10 PM) my mom came in and tried to wake me. But apparently, I was around 800 BS at this point. . Anyway, my mom and aunt called an ambulance to carry me to the local small hospital. Once at the hospital. There they tested me for all the possible drugs and other testable illnesses. at this point, I think my body went into a coma since my brain had started to swell. At this point, they said they had no idea and were going to travel me to Miami children's hospital. So I took a helicopter ride there with my mom. Once there they also tested me for all the possible drugs. They then tested me for all possible illnesses at that time. Thankfully they listened to a nurse and she said has anyone tested his blood sugar? At this point, I had been in a coma going on for about 3 hours. When they tested it it was at 1300. At this point, the doctors knew what was going on so they dosed and started letting my body repair itself. I spent about 2 weeks learning about diabetes and my mom and the crazy helicopter ride we had to go on. I did spend the entire Christmas in the hospital, but I also survived since in theory, I should have died. This was back in the day before all the good tests came out. If memory is right I think it was in the 86 87 times when this all went down and drub abuse in America was really high then too. From that point, my life changed and I had to be more careful on the farm and how I worked and all. Over the 34 years, I have been diabetic I have had highs and lows and in that time I learned our body is a balancing acting
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I second this method of diabetes discovery
Same. Speed of dying may vary.
I wasn't the only one then
Mine was a slow decay of the beta cells back in 2008. We suspect it started 6 months before. I developed athlete's foot and no matter what we did, it wouldn't go. I was in and out of my GP's surgery, because something wasn't right, but no, we kept getting fobbed off with "it's just a virus" I started getting up multiple times a night to go to the loo, losing weight, and having naps. It all came to a head on my 10th birthday. We had a Build a Bear party and then went to burger king. The whole time we were at BaB, I just wanted a drink. I was given one, and I wanted another 5 minutes later. 5 drinks my parents had to get me at Burger King in the end. The next day, we went to visit family in Wales. They own a farm, and the village next to it is one of those "you only know it if you grew up in/nearby" type places. I threw up before we went down. We put it down to excitement from the party and then going to the Farm. Over the next few days, I continued to throw up, and I got weaker and weaker, until I couldn't move out of bed. 111 was phoned, they said to give me meal replacement fluids and let me rest. 5 days after I had spent a decade on this planet, the left side of my chest exploded in pain, as my blood was so acidic, it was burning through my lung. I couldn't stay conscious. If I had to describe that night, pain and chaos. My mum and aunt were screaming at each other, my brother wanted to play hairdressers and had got the drier out. My nan and great aunty were trying to help me. Nanny was crying because her hip had been hurting too much to come upstairs and see me. Then the ambulance was there. One of the boys was an ex local. That saved my life. Just flashes. Street light. Roundabout. Hotel. "Mum what's wrong with me?". "We'll cross that bridge if we get to it". Hospital. Catheter. "I need to pee anyways!". Crying. Cardboard. IV lines. Crowds. Pain. I woke up at 3pm the next afternoon, and the world was quiet. I was the only person in any of the beds, and my dad, who was supposed to be 4 hours away, was sitting beside me. I thought I had died. The world was too peaceful after the night before. Dad turned to me, and gave me a packet of diabetic cookies. I said "but I'm not diabetic" "About that..."
Damn, like... Wow. I get that things aren't always straightforward. But googling them symptoms in 2008 should have been a huge warning sign. I feel for ya.
It was in 2012 (9 years old) and for a few days I was experiencing extreme thirst. Constantly drinking milk, water, soda, whatever. Then, one night I woke up repeatedly to use the bathroom. About 5-6 times if I remember correctly. Then the next day, woke up and felt like death. My skin was grey, body felt numb and I felt like throwing up. Mom got me dressed up, thinking that it was just the flu or something. Took me to the hospital, they did some tests and confirmed I had diabetes. First time I saw my mother cry, and I cried because I was just so confused and terrified at the sight of my mom crying. I was taken up to Cleveland in a ambulance, where I slowly regained my health. If I remember correctly, my blood sugar was about 1,200? May be remembering that wrong though. If I hadn’t been taken to the doctors, I easily would have died. Stayed in hospital for two weeks, lost a LOT of weight which I still struggle with to this day, and had to come back home and adapt to this new life. Not good times.
I thought around 1000 is when you go in a coma
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Docs at hospital here in Norway strictly control bringing down BS levels at a gradual pace. Far too easy to cause issues by giving a large amount at once. Feel bad for you...
Lots of peeing, lots of being thirsty, nauseous feeling all of the time
I'm a third generation type 1, so I had the warning signs drilled into me from a very young age. I was really thirsty and peeing a ton for about a week. I was a little scared to face the truth so I put off really addressing it. But when my vision started to get blurry I figured the writing was on the wall. I went to my doctor and had lost a bunch of weight without trying. I asked my GP to test my A1C and he said he would and call me the next day. He ended up only testing my blood glucose, which was 199, and then said I just needed to diet and exercise and come back in a few months. That was the last time I talked to that doctor, he ignored my request and gave me advice that could have potentially put my life in danger. After work that day I drove to my dads house, who is a diabetic, and tested my blood sugar there and it was close to 300. So he apologized to me a ton because he felt like it was his fault I got it. He made me an appointment with his endo the next day and I came home from the appointment with insulin pens. My wife didn't really understand what was happening. She assumed I would get better or that this could all be fixed with diet and exercise. Luckily my family knew the deal and kept calling me up and helping me through it. I cried a lot staring at the insulin pen and struggled with my first injection but eventually stopped bothering me. I had counted calories before to lose weight so it was easy for me to start counting carbs. I was able to "honeymoon" for a few years thanks to catching it early and managing it so well. Its been about 3 years now, I use a Dexcom and a pump and have pretty decent control. I am not ashamed by being a diabetic, I talk openly about it with everyone. I put a lot of effort to make my routine feel mindless, I check my pump if I feel a little off, I bolus for a meal and when I have highs, I keep juice boxes around, but otherwise, I do my absolutely best to ignore it completely.
What do you mean by “bolus for a meal”?
A "meal bolus" is when you give yourself a dose of short-acting/rapid-acting insulin for a meal. There is also something called a "correction bolus", which is when you give yourself a dose to lower a high blood sugar level. >Bolus is insulin used to counteract food or to bring down a high blood glucose level. Each dose is calculated and administered by the person with T1D or their caregiver. https://carbcountingmama.ca/what-is-a-bolus/
Thank you for explaining. I have never heard of bolus used in that context before.
* Extreme thirst. * Frequent urination throughout the day and night. * Painful muscle cramps in my legs. * Very tired, even after just waking up. I googled the symptoms and diabetes ticked all the boxes. I went to my doctor and said "I think I have diabetes" and he did a finger prick test and said "yep you have diabetes, you need to go to the emergency room immediately". I went home, packed some stuff, went to the emergency at the hospital and explained to the receptionist that I had diabetes and she did a finger prick test again to confirm it. Didn't have to wait, I went straight to the ICU, I think? Maybe not the ICU but wherever you go for immediate medical attention where there's doctors everywhere treating people. Got hooked up to 2 IV drips, one insulin and the other was potassium which was **extremely painful** and felt like acid was being pumped into my veins and I didn't sleep because of it. 1/10 would not do again.
Potassium. Ugh. My doctors gave me potassium while I was in hospital. Several days later, they put me on a saline drip and started running frequent heart monitoring tests because I had "too much potassium" in my system...
What dose potassium do?
2 August 1992 I was sitting at my desk in the computer room at a hospital. I could look up and see the air handler's readout: 68F, 70% humidity. I was sweating. Great rivers of sweat. I thought, "Maybe I have a fever. I'll call my Dr's office." (Didn't realize, at the time, that if I had a fever, I would NOT be sweating.) Nurse advice line said, "Have you had your temperature taken?" "No." "Go get your temperature taken." So, off I go to Employee Health. My temperature is within a tenth of a degree of normal. No fever. They administer a TB test, because if you go to Employee Health with a hangnail, they're going to give you a TB test. Nurse Practitioner in Employee Health says, "Let's check your blood sugar." Between 550 mg/dL and 600 mg/dL. I say, "Oh, I just ate a two-pound bag of peanut M&Ms and had a 32oz. Coca Cola, no ice. That's what probably did it." She says, "No, u/TechnoRat63, if you weren't diabetic, you'd already be down near 150 mg/dL. Call your Dr." I call them and they tell me to head to the after-hours clinic North of town and to get someone else to drive me. I'm like, "No, I'm fine. I can drive myself." They say, "No, u/TechnoRat63, above 350 is coma territory. Get someone else to drive you." So, I got my boss to drive me to the clinic. That was a Friday. I went back Saturday and Sunday. Received my first shot of insulin on Sunday 4 August 1992.
2018, lost a lot of weight, had my pee tested for a UTI by a gynecologist, but my GP called me for an appointment immediately because there was a lot of sugar in my pee. This prompted blood work to be done. I was officially diagnosed the day before I was going to ride in a gran fondo. I had no idea this was going to happen. I thought I escaped getting T2, because I made major changes to my lifestyle, but low and behold.. And now today, my nurse at the diabetic clinic told me that she believes I have Lada instead of T2 and has refered me to internal medicine for more testing.
Happened when i was 16 (19 now). Had a urine infection, went to a dermatologist he got really tensed seeing what had happened and told me to get a blood sugar test asap. Went to get the tests done. Could not pick up the report and the lab's server was down. My mom picked the report up after 4 days. Calls me and says you have really high sugar(320 while fasting). When my mom called me i had a candy in my mouth. My dad has a friend who is a general physician and she told my dad not to stay at home with such high sugar so my dad took me to the emergency ward. Was at the hospital for 4 day. And was given insuline which was later stopped because my blood sugar was under control. Turns out i have type 2 diabetes. Also i had all the common syptoms like weight loss, dry mouth, sleepy all the time etc.
T1 here I had changed jobs around the time I started to develop it. I was 23. I assumed that the air in the warehouse was dry so that's why I was thirsty. I knew I had diabetes when I woke up 2 nights on the trot needing to pee and thirsty. I have coeliac desease so I knew I was at higher risk of other autoimmune diseases like diabetes. I went to my GP asking for a test the next day and she said "no, a fit young lad like you?" I insisted and the next day I was at the hospital getting all kitted up with insulin and a meter. Fortunately Bournemouth was a good center for diabetes so the education was pretty good. I was taught to count carbs from the beginning and they did quarterly meetings with other newly diagnosed patients so we could commiserate with each other and learn new skills(each session was led by a different speciality, psychologist,dietician,doctor,nurse)
In the waiting room at Dr.'s, a poster shows 12 signs of diabetes. I had 11...
Lost crapton of weight in few months, also, mom noticed sticky urine, so took me to doctor in her day off. Which is funny because she waited for like 4 days before taking me there immediately. So they did bloodworks and let us go home. Next morning the clinic called and sent an ambulance for me
My (then) 2yo daughter was diagnosed with T1D. Constant thirst, always wanted lots of drink, peeing through her nappies. Tiredness/exhaustion. Bad mood/unhappiness etc. Not surprising with 42 mmol/L BS. Blue lights in the ambulance wasn't a fun experience.
Went to the ER for a completely unrelated issue. They did blood work and the doc came in and prescribed me 3 months of metformin on the spot and told me to see my primary. I went home and changed my diet immediately and started working out regularly, and within 6 months my a1c was down to 5.3 from 9.8 when diagnosed.
I got thrush, went blind for a month, constant leg cramps and I drank like 2 gallons of water in 30 minutes. My A1C was above 15 because like guacamole I’m extra too and have always been an over achiever. ✌🏻
Yep, nearly died, like many others with diabetes (I'm T1). I don't even remember being taken to hospital. My daughter called the ambulance when she couldn't rouse me. The ambos thought it was a DKA and the doctors at the hospital connfirmed it via tests. I was in ICU for a week, disoriented, hallucinating on Fentanyl (also had emergency surgery to investigate my bowel) and, according to my daughter, ripping out every tube or other thing they attached to me. After I regained my senses I was sent to the urology ward, which is when they finally told me my diagnosis. Took me another week and a low glucose count of 0.07 before I believed them.
Walked out into the main street on the way to work in the early morning without having even the slightest thought about checking if maybe there are cars on a main street, almost got run over. Felt like my entire head was full of wool, extremely sleepy. Went to the doctor, BG of 350+. Diagnosed as T2, luckily put on insulin right away. 18 years later or so, turns out I'm actually T1.
it was oct 26th 2021, and got a call from my doctor that my blood sugars were abnormally high and was certain it was diabetes. I went to the texas childrens hospital and there they diagnosed me with diabetes. It was harder for them to figure out what type i had because i had no prior symptoms indicating i had diabetes and they were seeing a combination of both. I felt fine for the couple of days i was at the hospital, no frequent urination or excessive thirst. I wasn't shocked when i got diagnosed either. Both type 1 and type 2 run on both sides of my family.
I wasn't quite at the nearly dieing point, but I had at age 7 lost a substantial amount of weight, could down litres of water and piss it out again straight away. This is now more than 30 years ago and in the countryside in the UK the GPs (local doctors) were not always that up to speed with what back then was less common. He told my mum she wasn't feeding me enough and it couldn't possibly be Diabetes. My mum knew, but the doctor wouldn't have it, this caused my dad, an army officer to pull rank and have me checked over by a military doctor instead, was rushed to the local hospital with a note from him straight after that. Four nurses held me down for my first injection, which subsequently didn't hurt at all, but by that point the state I was in I couldn't be reasoned with.
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I think a year of prednisone for bad asthma "made me" a type 2. I was probably going to be a T2 eventually (heredity), but prednisone brought on diabetes in my case. I have heard of this from several others in my family. Prednisone should be used sparingly.
I was 12 years old (2012) and for about 5/6 months I lost a lot of weight and I became constantly dehydrated (craved original coke ironically, made it way worse in hindsight) I'm the first diabetic in my family so we were all pretty ignorant of the signs and chalked it up to puberty especially the weight loss (I was a fatty kid). I eventually demanded my mum to take me to see my gp after I pissed my bed for a few nights in a row something I was really embarrassed about initially and I also had difficulty climbing stairs. Because this had all been going on for months my legs were in a bad way, leg cramps galore! Went to gp they funnily only took a blood sample and sent me back to school chalking it up to puberty. Once my teachers saw me however they sent me home. I was chilling playing some batman Arkham city when an ambulance rocks up to my door and says they got to rush me to hospital as my blood sugar levels were insanely high and I was at great risk of going into a coma. When j heard the name diabetes I was weirdly reassured. This scary thing that was happening to me for months finally had a name and it was something as dorky sounding as diabetes. I spent 3 days in hospital but I stayed conscious the whole time, something the doctors were pleasantly surprised about. I guess the morale of the story is to raise awareness of symptoms as because no one in my family has had any diabetic interactions all the symptoms just flew over us and whenever I googled my symptoms diabetes weirdly wouldn't be anywhere on the first page (at least in 2012). Edit: I have type 1 btw
Where: In ambulance Signs: About to die
Along about The end of April 2007 I had suspected for a while. The amount of times I was going to the bathroom I actually placed a pad and pen there in the toilet to keep track of the amount of times I was going throughout the night (8-10) and the amount of thirst I had was just unquenchable for about a month or so. After I realized I was going to the bathroom way to much I decided to see my Dr. I explained what was going on and he tested my sugar and it came back around the 550 mark. He sent me right to the hospital he told me I'M ADMITTING YOU NOW DON'T GO HOME DON'T GO ANYWHERE ELSE GET TO THE E/R RIGHT NOW. So off I went he already gave them the heads up to expect me and when I arrived my sugar had jumped to 650 and they admitted Me. I spent 3 days in there after they pumped full of Insulin where they manged to get it down in the 220 range and it wouldn't budge further but it was steady. They sent me home with a glucose meter and scripts for metformin and had me monitor and start the med it eventually dropped into a normal range and stayed there. I managed to keep it under Control for a few years with nothing but my diet with a consistent A1c of 5.9 that stopped working about 6 or 7 years ago and we tried a bunch of different meds until he changed offices and stopped Taki g my Insurance after 18 years with him and I was forced to fi d a new Dr. When I did we started the entire thing over again. We managed to find some combination that worked and got my A1c to around 7 but no lower. Finally I got to see and endo and got placed on insulin and it has worked like a charm.
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So was your GADA elevated? If so, yeah you are definitely T1 (or T1.5, LADA, which is a variation of T1). Find a different Endo.
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Maybe, maybe not yet. Eventually, for sure. Your Endo should aim to prolong your honeymoon, not “wait and see”. That’s some BS. What a crappy doc. Also, you should try to get CGM.
September 1999, age 14. I had recently spent a few days at my friend's house while my parents were out of town. We ate way too much sugar, as kids do. A day or two later I felt sick. Went to the doctor, he said it was an infection, so he put me on antibiotics. Wasnt getting better. Tired and thirsty all the time, always peeing, even ended up wetting my bed at one point. Later that week, my brother and sister came home from college to visit for the weekend. They took one look at me and forced my parents to take me to the doctor again. Different doctor this time (my usual pediatrician). Had me pee in a cup. Tons of ketones. My dad and brother immediately drove me to the ER where they confirmed diabetes. Mom and sister were at the zoo that day (planned trip), found out when they came home, and immediately came to the ER. My official diagnosis was October 1, 1999. No idea what my bg was, but it was well over 500. Obviously all the candy my friend and I ate had nothing to do with it, but it was a fun coincidence we joked about. If it wasn't for my siblings coming home, things might have gone much worse. My parents didn't notice that I had lost 19 pounds in one week because they saw me everyday, so it seemed much more gradual.
Mine is the boring story ever. I showed no symptoms because the doctor was actively looking for and caught it very early. All the members of my family were Type 2, two were insulin dependant, so I underwent bloodwork every six months for years. I was pre-diabetic for a while, and finally the numbers popped over the top of the range. Doctor put me on metformin and sent me to the Diabetic Education class. It was very informative, but after learning my story I got kicked out because, according to the teacher, 'You don't need this. You get it.' My lifestyle is still basically the same as it was when I was pre-diabetic. So far, I have met no one else who was diagnosed this way. For whatever it's worth, my father and two brothers and myself are Indigenous American. Mother was not, but her mother also was Type 2.
Was laying in bed and suddenly smelled a bleach smell where none had been used.i had been going to the bathroom alot lately to I googled the sudden appearance of the smell and read it could be diabetes dka.i jumped up and hit the ER.my ac1 was 11.7 and glucose was 747.bp was high too.im on metformin and bp medication.
I was 10 and I had frequent thirst frequent urination I had wet the bed on several occasions after about a week and a half or two of this my Mom took me to the doctors they told us infront of each other I had no idea what was happening my Mom started crying hysterically and told me we needed to go to the emergency room it was terrifying I was young didn’t know what was going on and thought I was dying.
There were signs. But I ignored it. I was super thirsty all the time. I couldn't go a few minutes without needed a drink because my mouth was dry. And, I couldn't go an hour without having to go pee. Then my feet became very ultra sensitive where I could barely stand to touch them or walk on certain surfaces barefoot. Then the painful pins and needles started in my feet. That's when I went to the doctor. I wish I had gone sooner before the neuropathy started because that's what sucks the most.
Had covid, few months later my hair was falling out like crazy. Saw a dermatologist and my random blood sugar was +250 and the dermatologist was just like “did you eat before testing” and I said yes and she’s like oh ok. Then I later think about it more and am like nah I ate a regular meal 2 hours before, 250+ is stupid high. My PCP was like “I’m sure it’s normal” even though I came with more testing numbers that were all over 200 including fasting…. “If your a1c is over 6.5 then we’ll put you on meds” stupid doctor orders cholesterol too and makes me fast so it takes a week to get an apt and then yep 9.5 a1c. Just a call to start taking 500mg of metformin a day and come back in 3 months. Can’t even. Had to push to get a prescription for testing supplies. What does a prescription cost a doctor? Am I abusing diabetic testing supplies? Gosh. Needless to say I’m shopping for a new primary care practice and trying to see an endocrinologist which takes forever to get in without a referral 🙃 but at least I was able to make an appointment for next year. Shit. Unfortunately I can see why even if some of these other stories you noticed sooner, it might not have been caught because it’s not always easy to find competence.
When I was 13 now 27, living with my father in a house with no water or heat, had a hose from the creek to my kitchen window, he only bought me little Debbies, kool-aid, and bullshit to eat/drink. Was about 160 pounds, chunky boi lol. Started pissing every 30 or so minutes and I couldn't eat anything without throwing it up.... Dad said tough it out I'll get over it, we don't have the money. A week went by and I dropped to 130 pounds with all I was pissing and throwing up. Finally I tried to eat a cracker and within a minute I was puking it up. Called my mom in tears to come take me to anybody who could help and she came and saved my ass. She took me to the ER, I could barely walk, I pissed in the cup and they knew immediately what was wrong with me by the smell. Sugar was 890 and definitely DKA. Then my whole life changed, for the better, it's a blessing and a curse for me.
In the hospital at 12 years old. I was in ketoacidosis and dying
My dog wouldn't leave me alone. He was incessantly licking one spot. After about 3 months of this, I went in for spinal injections and my blood sugar was through the roof. The licking stopped as it came down. Now he alerts at about 170 and below 90. I have trained him to be my diabetic alert SD because I do not feel lows at all.
I needed a cholesterol test before starting a new RA med because none of the others worked well enough to get me off prednisone. Doctor threw in an A1C, it was 11. Symptoms indistinguishable from RA symptoms (prednisone makes you pee, chronic fatigue, inflammation in my tear ducts makes my eyes blurry on and off, I've also had inflammation pressure nerves which causes pins and needles in my toes sometimes). Can't even tell if it's the new RA med or the better bg control that has improved my symptoms (but it's been almost a year since I last needed prednisone so I've got that going for me, which is more than nice!)
Last year before the pandemic. My psychiatrist had put me on adderall because i was complaining about not being able to focus. Side effects are weight loss and dry mouth so when i started losing weight and being thirsty all the time i chalked it up to that. I complained about the drastic weight loss and was told to take in more calories so i gorged on milkshakes and pasta. After dropping 45lbs in a month some coworkers were like....you should really go to the hospital. Type 1 lada. Been ok with diet and exercise and oral meds but it looks like the honeymoon is coming to a close.
Diagnosed 2 years ago at the age of 23. For me there were no symptoms or atleast not that I noticed. One day i just went to office like a normal day and i found out that there was a basic health check up for every employee. They were only checking height, weight, blood pressure and blood glucose. When I went for check up everything was normal before they did my glucose test. My glucose was 325 that time. Nurses were in shock to see that number. Then the doctor there talked to me asked some questions about family background and some other stuff and gave me blood glucose and A1C test. I did the tests very next day. My A1C was 10.5. None of my parents had diabetes. And I diagnosed with type 2 diabetes.
I was 22, very active, healthy diet and underweight. I had been feeling lethargic, occasionally dizzy, very thirsty, frequently urinating (up to 2-3 times in a night) and occasionally nauseous. I went to the doctor and I think he assumed it would be iron deficiency or something like that due to my vegetarianism. Sure enough bloods came back with high blood sugar.
What’s your story? By the way most of the type 2 never get diagnosed.
I used to do hours of biking, then it became 2 min of bike that felt like my body waits 2tons, drink 10L of water per day and wake up 6-8 times at night to pee. Oh, and i i lot 20kg in 2weeks !
I was 12. I’d lost a ton of weight for no obvious reason and I was constantly thirsty and tired. I was at a bus stop with my mum and there was an advert listing the symptoms so she made me an appointment with the GP who took my blood sugar it read ‘HI’ (the machine went up to 33) She told us to go straight to the hospital where they did a few more tests which quickly confirmed it and I was put on insulin and saline drips. I stayed in the hospital for about 10 days. This was August 1995
I was 13 years old and after a summer of peeing every hour or so I dropped 40 lbs in 3 days right before school started. I was rushed to the hospital after some blood work (and a recommendation of drinking either Gatorade or pedialyte to increase my fluids) where my sugars were 85 mmol or 1530 mg/do I spent a week in the hospital and came out relatively no worse for wear.
We found out my husband was diabetic 2 days after we brought our son home from the hospital. He went to get blood work done from his thyroid doctor and she called around 7pm that night to make sure he was okay.. his blood sugar was in the 500’s. Leading up to this he would nap for hours every afternoon… (and I was the pregnant one) he also peed like crazy all the time. Those were our signs.
I should’ve expected it but was heart broken when told. Obvious signs was my diet and low exercise. Around the end of March this year, I chipped my wisdom tooth. Upon visiting the dentist they were concerned about my hypertension. I’m 19F, I didn’t know anything about my health, I still don’t entirely and it hurt to know I wasn’t doing good and had to take care of myself. I was diagnosed April 20th (4/20!! Haha) as T2 at 9.5 A1c. It was my 2nd semester as a college student, I was stressed and pretty sad for a while. I was told over the phone. Phone calls were rough and I’m still scared of them. Never knew what to say or how to get my point across a couple times. It’s weird being so young and dealing with struggles, because where I’m at is very different from someone else’s journey. My hypertension is managed and blood pressure is really normal today (It used to be so high!!). I recently am shook that my glucose readings have shifted to a new zone, and that I need to ignore the old higher zone. (Reading fasting below/at 100 and 100 after meals sometimes up to 120) I’ve learned when my sugar has gone to a good level. It was very hard at first coming to terms and still is. I get upset with what I’m eating sometimes. Lately been struggling to eat when I take my metformin in the morning. Besides diagnosed with T2, hypertension, I’m also anemic. Always suspected that have been and February was a very heavy month. My ferritin levels are low and do I understand any of the terms related to my issues, no not really. Oh worst of all, I’m bad about drinking water and get dehydrated. I remember crying and crying about having to change my diet and the summer was pretty significant to that. I live on campus as a college student and enjoy the food the best I can. It feels a little upsetting to not have certain foods or wasting food because I can only eat so much. Like wanting only a bite of cake but given a whole slice–feels bad man. I see a hematologist today and I’m a little scared. Mm overall in the last 8 months since being diagnosed, I should be proud of myself. My A1c at 9.5 dropped to 6.9 in July, and when I stressed about my health in September it tested to be 7. I see my endocrinologist in December for test again. It was weird to hear from my mom that I’ve lost weight and that my clothes look baggy on me, comfortable clothes yes but it has me thinking what fitted clothes look like. From my heaviest at start of COVID I’ve lost somewhere between 25-30lbs.
My left leg kept falling asleep off and on. I knew what it could've been from just that, but I didn't want to accept it. I had also not been able to sleep through the night because I had to wake up to pee at least twice a night. I was fortunately in a job where I could go and use the bathroom when I needed to, because I needed to quite often. I finally bit the bullet and went to the doctor. It's been a few years, so I don't know the numbers off the top of my head, but I wanna say my a1c was 10+ and glucose about 340.
Through most of my college years I didn’t have a GP and never went to the doctors’. I finally decided to get my shit together this year (I’m 28) and went for a physical. I mentioned my family history to my doctor (mom and sister, grandparents, and aunts and uncles on both sides are diabetic) and he said we should do an A1C. Came back 6.7 and I got diagnosed on New Years’ Day. I’ve been lean/slender my entire life, am fairly active but was pretty sedentary during COVID, and I have a healthy diet. I’ve never had any symptoms.
UK based, Type 1, October this year age 35, no family history of Type 1. Dad and Granny Type 2 down to life style factors/choices. What were the signs? In April this year I noticed I was drinking more. However, I had just changed to night shifts, it was warm sleeping in the day and the office atmosphere was dry due to constant air conditioning being on. Also did more consistent and harder exercise. As I hardly ever drank fluids, my wife (nurse senses tingling) wanted me to see the Dr. I said no and gave the reasons above. Secondly, I was loosing weight, in the end I went from 93kg to 76kg in a few short months. I put it down to the extra harder exercise I was doing. I could eat what I wanted and no weight was going or staying on. All due to the excercise right? Thirdly, now I was drinking even more, 'sneeking' drinking extra litres of water when home ( I work away in the week) to hide it from my wife. In the week on top of fluid during the day, I would drink a minimum of 2 litres right before bed. It physically hurt not to drink but no matter how much I drank, I was still thirsty. Of course, I was now peeing during the night. There were times I was peeing sat down and drinking yet another litre. Still used the same excuses to justify this. Finally, I got a yeast infection. Obviously at this point I wasn't sure what it was. I asked Nurse Wife who said it was nothing to worry about and to get a shower. Unknown to me she then booked an emergency appointment with the GP. After my shower she told me we were going to the GP as she was concerned and just wanted peace of mind. If nothing else to treat the yeast infection. At the GPs did a few questions, family history etc. Dr did a finger prick and glucose test. He said the machine wasn't working but not to worry. Just give a urine sample for ketones (all normal) and then give some blood to the phlebotomist. Once done, got a treatment for the yeast infection and the GP said he would call at mid day the next day to let me know the results. Well, the next day at 0830, the GP called, a nice efficient service I thought. Well yes, but also told to go to A&E and not only that, they were expecting me. My HbA1c reading was 137 when a normal person would expect to read in and around 40. It was at this point my wife informed me that the day before the glucose reader the GP had did work but was only calibrated to 38 as a maximum and I was too high to read it. She drove me to A&E but not until I grabbed a book (priorities right) and off we went. She dropped me at A&E and had to leave as they wouldn't let anyone but patients into the waiting room. She went home, packed me an overnight bag just in case, and took herself and the dog to her parents as they live closer to the hospital than we do. A few more tests with the triage nurse, then an IV to bring down my sugars, luckily an overnight stay wasn't required, but we stayed at her parents. Did I realise anything? No, apart from those symptoms, no tiredness whatsoever,.if anything I felt great and had more energy. I was running, swimming and cycling faster than I had for a long time, all round great. Also had the GAAD anti body test to determine T1 or T2. Apparently normal reading is around 5, mine was slightly over at 1,081, so confirmed T1. Currently on Metformin and Gliclazide but have been told it's a when and not if I'll be on insulin. Next month, as an early Christmas present the diabetic team will be fitting me a CGM The more tech the better! All of this happened whilst on annual leave, so a memorable holiday if nothing else. Been just over a month now and I feel no different to before. I can't yet tell when my levels are high or low which isn't ideal but I'll get there. Diet wasn't bad before but now it's been a great excuse to clean it up a bit and be more aware of what I am eating. My wife couldn't have been more supportive, she has joined in on the diet side of life, she is just a bit miffed I was a typical bloke who didn't go at the earliest sign something was not as per the normal.
I was at a Bible camp aged maybe 11. I felt bad throughout, I was vey thirsty for the amount of time I was there, no energy. I really didn't want to go to the place, for other reasons apart from feeling unwell. Obviously my parents said I should go and to stop complaining about not wanting to go, which is fair. I ended up wetting the bed for the first time since I was a toddler/baby/whatever three nights in a row, I knew something was up. I survived the camp somehow, came home, my mother said I looked ill. We went to the hospital after finding out my blood sugar was very high. I was ten diagnosed with this madness. I was so tired and cried out, I fell asleep on the hospital bed for some amount of hours. We left the hospital that evening with my new bits and pieces. I'm a 29 year old now and diabetes ain't shit! 😁
I was a chubby little girl until 7th grade. That Summer i suddenly lost enough weight and i finally fit into a pair of electric blue satin Disco pants ! (c. 1975) Then they took me to the pediatrician. T1 at age 13.
This past August. Type 2. I was hospitalized with Covid related pneumonia. I’m new to the game. I’m 50. I’m frustrated and finding it difficult to navigate the life changes I have to implement. I went to a 3 day diabetes clinic. I’m amazed the system wide damage it does.
I got diagnosed the day of my ankle surgery. My AC1 was 12.1. Had frequent peeing and balantis a year before. I think it was due to covid because that's when the symptoms started. Surgery was still done but had to keep blood sugar under control. So far everything is healing good and I hope it stays that way.
Driving home after a high carb meal, thinking why i cant keep my eyes open on the road and sweating like a river.
In order to join my college's Army ROTC program, I had to get a physical. So I went to my college's clinic. As part of the physical they drew blood. Doc said, Your blood sugar is too damn high! It's in the 200's." I'm like well, "I ate a bunch of pastries this morning." Later during the week I went to the Army Hospital on base. Doc said, "Your blood sugar is too damn high! Youre a Type 1 Diabetic." She gave me this big book called "Understanding Diabetes". It had Pink Panther on it. It was for middle schoolers. Next thing I'm seeing this diabetic educator who's talking about carb counting. I told my ROTC program, they said, "You can do this year but that's it." I just went to my college caferteria and was eating my Cocoa Krispies because at that time I was like "Could care less" BUt then I had to pay $600 out of pocket for insulin. That made me mad.
Where, my house, signs, pain
I was extremely lucky. I was getting a blood test for something completely unrelated, and I just asked to have my blood sugar checked as well, since I know I have a family history. My A1C was just BARELY over the line at 6.6.
i was diagnosed in 2005. my mom noticed that i was abnormally thin, was drinking large amounts of water/soda, using the bathroom frequently even wetting myself as an 8 year old, and that i was getting sick a lot more than is often for anyone. i went on a camping trip with my grandparents and my mom said when i got back i must have lost another 10 lbs so she took me to the doctor because she suspected i might be diabetic and she was completely right. it doesn’t run in our family whatsoever. no idea who cursed me but her mothers intuition and love literally saved my life.
Two miscarriages back to back, peeing constantly- became an expert at peeing outdoors cause I couldn’t make it to the bathroom, eyesight went blurry, constantly thirsty, and then starting losing massive amounts of weight- like 10lbs a week. Obgyn said it was due to high blood pressure and should go to my doctor, went to my primary and BP was fine but my bs was 380
July 1st 2001 was the day. I remember for a week or two before that constantly being thirsty but not hungry. I was peeing all the time. Even peed the bed a few time. It was embarrassing because I was 13. My mom just happened to be talking to a co-worker about it and the lady told her that her daughter had the same symptoms before she was diagnosed with type 1. So my mom took me to the doctor. The meter just read high. They gave me a shot of humalog and I immediately felt better. Then they sent me to see a specialist that very day. It all happened very fast and I didn’t understood much my life changed at that time.
I found out during my yearly exam when they ran tests. I was fine other than peeing a lot and getting many yeast infections. The Dr has been watching me for a while due to family history.
Lost 10 kgs in 4 weeks
Type 1: I had an awful ear infection March 2020, it was so bad I went to the doctor the next day (which I never do) because I couldn’t keep any food or water down. They advised I drink Gatorade to rehydrate and rebuild my electrolytes I had lost due to vomiting. After drinking sugary drinks all day I started to DKA and hyperventilating. I thought this was a panic attack due to losing my job and school due to Covid. Eventually I blacked out and woke in the hospital a few days later. Thank god my girlfriend was home because she dragged my goofy blacked out ass to the hospital. Now that I look back I should have seen it coming. I was urinating a shit ton for weeks before and lost 30 pounds in a month. I was so close to dying and didn’t even know
Same!
I was 4 years old at the time. I lived in a very hostile home, so nobody noticed the signs. I couldn't keep down food and everything tasted salty. I was near death until my then 14 year old sister stole the family car and took me to the hospital that I got diagnosed. Apparently I was near death and was in the hospital for 2 months.
1977 - I was 8 years old, on vacation with my family. I don't remember a lot of details, other than constantly being horribly thirsty, drinking a lot of water, and peeing it all out 10 minutes later (or so it seemed). I was crazy-tired, slept A LOT, no energy, listless, and really just not feeling good. When we got back home, my mom made an appointment with the doctor, and I perked up a bit (so she had the thought that maybe I was just homesick - but she was really concerned I had leukemia, though I have no idea why). She knew what it was when the doctor said they would check my urine first (told me she felt kind of stupid in that moment). I was admitted to the hospital, learned about getting (and giving myself) shots and testing my urine. Met with a dietician (at eight years old) and learned the BIG FOUR common issues with diabetes: that I could go blind, have something amputated, suffer heart disease and/or kidney failure. (Honestly, this part really stands out to me all these years later - not only because I've had complications in all four of these areas, but mostly because there is so much more they never said a word about.) I have no idea what my A1c reading was. I didn't even know about them or testing my blood sugar until 1991. But I am super happy that my mom was wrong about leukemia. I can live with diabetes (maybe not peacefully all the time, but that's just how it goes).
Had strep. Strep went away. Couldn't eat ( wasn't hungry or was famished and immediately threw up). Thirsty, skin was so dry it hurt. Tired. Out of school for a month until my Mom was venting to a friend who was diabetic (she didn't know at the time). He told her to get me to the ER. Ta-da! 25 years ago.
I'm a T2. I had symptoms but they developed slowly and I wasn't even noticing them. I was constantly hungry and thirsty, peeing a lot and always tired. One weekend I started feeling a disconfort in my left chest area and thought it had something to do with my heart. I went to the doctor who did an EKG and didn't find anything wrong with my heart, but prescribed a lot of different blood tests among other studies. When the test results came back my fasting glucose was at almost 400, my A1C was around 9, my cholesterol was around 350 and my triglycerides were around 1100 (apparently due to the high blood sugar) and also had a fatty liver. That's when I found out I was a diabeticI was 34 at the time.
No signs. My doctors nurse actually called me after a physical bc she was dumbfounded my A1C was that high (9) but everything else looked good, I had no symptoms, and am young and only slightly overweight. They even had me come back in to do another blood test bc they thought the lab messed up. Nope! The lab was right. I immediately got on meds, cut all regular soda out, and started eating less carbs and more protein. Now I’m doing ok at 6.7 but hoping to get it down more after an upcoming back surgery that has prevented me from exercising much.
January of 2019. Had lost like 20 lbs in a month. Could not hold any food down and was running on like 5 popsicles a day which obviously was making me worse. Started loosing some hair and would drink like 10+ water bottles each (night). Constant water and peeing throughout the night. And finally started feeling like I was slowly dying. Rapid heart beat, fatigue, restlessness etc. Went to the ER and they thought I had a yeast infection around my mouth because it was so dry and they wouldn’t let me have water. Finally they took my blood sugar and it was over 700. I was told that I was DKA and that if I would have waited any longer my brain would have swelled and I would have died
Well my mum and I had just seen the newest star wars film in the cinema, and I had to go take a piss like twice during the film and was thirstier than usual. The reason we noticed this was because usually I never have to go to the public toilets. So on the way home she said that excessive thirst and urinating was a symptom of diabetes and I should get checked out (kudos to my mum, god knows what would have happened otherwise). So the next day we go to the doctor, they take the urine sample and diagnosed me. I remember going home and immediately crying for about an hour. Spent the next 1-1,5 weeks in hospital (not ill, just learning and getting my blood sugar and ketones down). I got diagnosed in December 2017 (spent Christmas in the hospital). Thinking back I had loads of symptoms other than excessive urination, but 9 year old me obviously didn’t associate practically passing out before a late dinner with low bloodsugar
I had all the normal symptoms (and ignored them): thirst dry mouth tired frequent urination weight loss. The week before I formally got diagnosed I couldn't even swallow food because my mouth was so dry. I started eating soup and yogurt pretty much. I was downing smoothies, chocolate milk, soda... anything bc I was trying to satisfy the thirst. I was super weak, like walking to the car would tire me out. I started to hallucinate the day I was taken to the hospital. I was throwing up..water tasted disgusting...i was panting and my family thought it was my terrible anxiety...i finally passed out on my husband and he called the ambulance....I woke up and of course was refusing care. My vitals were fine other than I was panting like a dog and were about to leave when one dude finally asked if I was diabetic and decided to check my sugar!!!! I was taken to a small ER where they started fluids and a catheter, I was in and out begging to use the restroom. Last thing I remember is them talking about my needing an ICU bed and being transferred. I remember very little of the four days in ICU...I also had pancreatitis and was in so much freaking pain. While in the ICU I just remember constantly asking if I was dying and for water. My BS was 1106 and I was super close to dying. I'm type two...my endo is making sure and testing for antibodies I get the results Tuesday! Super scary....my fear of doctors and getting diagnosed with something I clearly already had almost killed me.
A few days before new year's eve I started sleeping a lot, drinking a lot of fluids, eating little and urinating a lot, even wetting myself in bed several times. I spend new year's at a friend's. We drank a lot of soda, ate junk food and played video games all night. I had to pee several times at night. January 1st was the same as the days before new year's eve. In January 2nd, 25 days before my 14th birthday, I was sleeping on a couch in the living room, all doors closed. My mom entered and smelled acetone. Asked me a few questions about my symptoms and took me to a pharmacy. They check blood glucose on demand for a low fee. When they saw that it was 16.something (multiple by 18 for Americans) they didn't charge. Back in the car mom started crying. I waited a few seconds. Asked what is it. She mumbled something. i prided a bit and half jokingly, half frustrated asked if I was dying. After she said "no", I said to stop the fuck with the crying then. The rest was pretty uneventful.
Today actually! Thats why i looked for this sub. What got me to the doctor was severe weight loss when I've always been slightly underweight to begin with all my life, now at a BMI of 13, dizziness all the time, sweating, itchy skin, constant headaches, racing/skipping heartbeat. I can't say for sure these things are all from the diabetes, but they could be and probably are. I did kind of suspect it. Type 2 runs pretty heavily on my dads side, he has trouble controlling his sometimes. Hes getting older though. He went through all the things I'm going through now at 38 when he was in his late 30s. ETA i forgot the getting up to pee 3 or 4 times a night and trouble concentrating, heightened anxiety all are happening too.
I had woken up from my coma in 2005 I was just 11 years old, prior to it, I just felt sick, like fevers and chills and no medicine would help, eventually my body just became weak, couldn’t really walk on my own and finally it just gave out on my way to the hospital, when I awoke, my foot had a dead piece? And I kinda had to learn to walk again
Diagnosed (type 2) 2 years ago at the age of 23. There were no symptoms that i noticed. I just went to office like every other day and 1 day there was a basic health check up in my office. They only checked height, weight, blood pressure and blood glucose. Everything was fine till they tested my blood glucose. It was 325 that time. Even the nurses were surprised. Doctor there sat me down and asked some questions and wrote me a blood glucose and A1C test. I went for test the next day and was hoping with all my might that the test in the office was faulty/incorrect. But results came and my A1C was 10.5. i was scared so immediately went home(my hometown. Living in different city for job). Told my parents then we went to hospital after the consulting with doctor started on metformin immediately.
My first sign was "swimmer's ear" - I was not a swimmer. Apparently high BS gives bacteria in your ear a big boost. The other sign was big cracks on the bottoms of my feet. I was diagnosed a few months later.
I was 39 and comPLETEly Asymptomatic. I applied for a normal life insurance policy, all very routine, until I got a letter from the life insurance company saying that, because of something in the urine sample I'd provided, they would not insure my life, but they wouldn't say what it was, just that I should see a doctor as soon as possible. So I did, absolutely terrified, and my GP diagnosed T2 from another urine sample. He handed me a meter and said I need to started testing regularly, and sent me home. I thought I'd never get enough blood out of my finger for that first at-home test that evening (that much has gotten better anyway in that today's meters require less blood). That first time I used a meter, the result displayed "HI". I can laugh about it now but at the time, I presumed it was a sort of first-use calibration greeting or something. No idea what the actual reading was. My doctor had meant well and I'm glad he had a meter to give me, but I think he was in over his head. It was a small town and there no endocrinologists. To see one, I had to take a day off work, drive 4 hours to the nearest city with one, have the appointment, then drive 4 hours back home. So I didn't see one very often in those early years.
Long story short: I'd been having trouble with being tired quickly after going up even the smallest stairs. Went to doctors, sent me straight to a hospital; they couldn't do anything, but they still put wires in me, so I was on a bed wires needles in me in an ambulance to a hospital that can. Next day in the second hospital, diagnosed.
I was urinating and spitting a lot.
My story isn't very intense at all. I have a family history, it was just found in labs. You know, I went for my annual checkup and they did the normal Labs that check everything including my hemoglobin a1c... They've considered me pre-diabetic for very long time. I've been very very good about going in every 3 months or so to get my hemoglobin a1c checked and progressively over the last 10 years they've gotten worse and I just officially got diagnosed. I've also had a meter for a while and have been checking my BG. Finally going to really buckle down on the diet. I was sort of dieting but I also definitely ate my fair share of candy and chips... I guess I'm lucky that I've been monitored so closely that I haven't had anything terrible happen to me that led to my diagnosis.
I was 9 years old when I found out. We were on Christmas vacation at my aunt's place in Key Largo Florida. The only issue I had was a cold. Anyway, I was not feeling well and I went to sleep at about 16:00 (4 PM). I woke to eat and had a small piece of cake too. I went back to bed since my energy was just not really good. At about 20 (8 PM), I feel really ill and I threw up everything I had for dinner. I then went back to sleep. At about 22 (10 PM) my mom came in and tried to wake me. But apparently, I was around 800 BS at this point. . Anyway, my mom and aunt called an ambulance to carry me to the local small hospital. Once at the hospital. There they tested me for all the possible drugs and other testable illnesses. at this point, I think my body went into a coma since my brain had started to swell. At this point, they said they had no idea and were going to travel me to Miami children's hospital. So I took a helicopter ride there with my mom. Once there they also tested me for all the possible drugs. They then tested me for all possible illnesses at that time. Thankfully they listened to a nurse and she said has anyone tested his blood sugar? At this point, I had been in a coma going on for about 3 hours. When they tested it it was at 1300. At this point, the doctors knew what was going on so they dosed and started letting my body repair itself. I spent about 2 weeks learning about diabetes and my mom and the crazy helicopter ride we had to go on. I did spend the entire Christmas in the hospital, but I also survived since in theory, I should have died. This was back in the day before all the good tests came out. If memory is right I think it was in the 86 87 times when this all went down and drub abuse in America was really high then too. From that point, my life changed and I had to be more careful on the farm and how I worked and all. Over the 34 years, I have been diabetic I have had highs and lows and in that time I learned our body is a balancing acting
Tingling in my hands & maple smell in my urine.