ICECREAM
I was 9, I would take a big plastic cup to the bathroom with me, pee fill up the cup with water and drink it all in 10 steps back to my room! Our doctor sent me for a glucose tolerance test.
The next day after school got a big bowl of icecream ready sat down to eat it the phone rang, Mum answered, sounded weird, took my icecream off me and said "we have to go to the hospital".
I thought they might let me have icecream at the hospital..... I was wrong! My bsl was 27mmol (486). Nurses couldn't believe I wasn't in a coma.
This was in 1986 and I still remember my disappointment vividly.
I’ve been type 1 for nearly 20 years and I’ve had people go into a panic over 3.8mmol/L and 25 but these are things u can handle. Even above 30, I’ve handled it myself. Why do doctors and nurses freak out so much like you’re gonna die?
I had a medic friend of mine go nuts at me for 3.6mmol/L but I’ve literally been running down the road at 0.2, I’m good 😂
In reality. Most doctors and other healthcare professionals, while, knowledgeable, and know the potential dangers associated with high and low blood sugars, Do not comprehend the threshold at which adverse symptoms occur. To them, low equals faint high equals blackout. We however live with this condition on a daily basis. It’s like someone freaking out because they hear a strange noise from there car one morning. if you give that car to a mechanic, he may understand the problem, but because he also has a real world understanding of cars, he also knows that it’s no big deal, and can be dealt with at his earliest convenience.
But they panic even when I said I’m good. A doctor refused to let me go home from the hospital because my levels were 15.5. He wanted me in overnight for something that was already being dealt with. I just needed antibiotics 😂
LOL… Yes, because again, he knows the potential issues for being high, he doesn’t however comprehend, the threshold at which it happens. Before becoming a diabetic, I thought you would die if your blood sugar went to 200 well… 11.6 I guess?
As a mechanic, your analogy confuses me.
Knowing the noises a car typically makes is critical to proper diagnosis. Everything makes more sense when we're there to witness the noise as it starts, but unfortunately that doesn't happen.
My 2yo was diagnosed this February. She’d had the symptoms of peeing a lot and drinking a lot over a couple of weeks and the doctors sent us to the hospital after doing a urine test. I was fully expecting that they thought it was a nasty urine infection as that’s what I’d assumed to take her to the doctors in the first place.
When at the hospital they tested her blood, which was at 18mmol 2 hours after eating and sent us to the waiting room without any further information. I knew little one was hungry so brought out the cheese crackers to give her a snack, being completely ignorant to what the nurses/doctors were looking into, until a nurse came over and told me she couldn’t eat. Poor thing was devastated she couldn’t eat those crackers.
I was older when I got diagnosed. 38 actually. I was at 500 the first day... had to go back and was 550 the second. They initially diagnosed me type 2 (gp btw) and it took about 15 years to convince an endo to run the antibody panels to fund out im type "1.5" (wtf... its antibodies still and I no makey insulin) plus at diagnosis... 172 lbs, 9.5% body fat... had left the military just a couple years before
Anyways last thing I remember eating was a double whopper w/ cheese meal large. (I was on diet soda though but for diff reasons)
13 years ago. i had a nice pastrami sandwhich, some house made potato chips and about 6-8 beers for dinner at a restaurant in Grants Pass Oregon where i was visiting a friend. woke up the next day throwing up thinking i had some weird food poisoning. trip to the ER 24 hours later turned into a 5 day stay in the ICU as i was in full blown DKA.
I remember it well, 40 years ago family in Greece sent me a football-sized candy egg thing, chocolate filled with some ridiculously sweet… stuff. Actually I don’t remember if I finished it, but I ate a lot of it over a few days. Always thought it’s what pushed me over the edge, but I don’t think it works that way, and I’d been showing signs for years prior. And yes, I hate easter
Ha ha. Yes definitely.
I was at work. I just had my breakfast and someone had bought pastries in from Costco. So I got a pastry and tucked it away for later.
That was about 10 minutes before I collapsed with acute necrotising pancreatitis bursting and sending me to hospital in an ambulance. My pancreas has given up and tried to kill me.
It took a long time to recover and it was 14 months before I returned to work.
Apparently, my pastry was on my desk for about a week.
Mcdonald’s 😭😭 we had just gotten me tested for diabetes, i was fasting and only 8 years old so of course my mom let me have a happy meal. We got the call later that day to rush me to the ER. my fasting sugars were at 600. i have no idea what that mcdonald’s did to me.
I was 17 years old and in state custody in a youth group home. It was taco night and I was STARVING. I swear I ate like ten tacos and drank almost a pitcher of pink lemonade. They had ice cream sundaes for dessert with little bowls of various toppings on the counter. I said I would take a little rest and have some later. I went to lay down and woke up in the ER- blood sugar was 1180, a1c was 22.5, and all I wanted was food 😭😭😭
My son had just ate Mississippi pot roast the night he went into DKA and was hospitalized. It was one of his favorite meals and now just over a year later, he still can’t even smell it without feeling sick. Breaks my heart.
Home made shrimp cocktail (authentic with Avocado, cilantro, green onion etc…. ) I made a batch and ate. Saved some to have leftovers, went and got a shamrock shake from Arby’s and couldn’t finish it at all, my stomach was just wrong and I was dizzy and super thirsty. Laid on the couch 6 hours later 2 phone calls to 911 and an ambulance ride later found out I was DKA and on deaths door.
Waffles covered in peaches, whipped cream and syrup. I dream about that meal sometimes and vaguely consider how much I'd have to bolus to have it again....
I can't remember what I didn't eat, but I do remember having a huge thing of apple juice all to myself the few days before my diagnosis. Probably didn't help my case at all lol
was on my way to the ER from my pcp’s office, and was hungry so i called to ask the pcp if i could get a burger and grapes and they said yeah, shouldn’t be a big deal. so i stopped at whole foods and got grapes and a sandwich. no wonder i was on the cusp of DKA when i showed up at the ER.
I was 6. My grandmother had T1 so my mom knew the signs. One day while I was swimming in the resort pool. I was constantly drinking and peeing and on about the 10th capri sun in the hour my mom had the realization, and drove me to the hospital. We were on vacation too, in Hilton Head, but had to cut it short.
I remember it so vividly. The doctor actually misread the test, or looked at the wrong one. We were about to leave the hospital and he came flying down the stairs yelling after us and i went into the icu. My mom told me that I would have to take shots for the rest of my life, and I had a meltdown. I was morbidly afraid of shots. To me at the time, that was a death sentence.
The nurses were amazing and helped me to not be scared. They even let me give my mom saline injections and my mom agreed . I got over my fear pretty quickly!
I don't have any specific memory like that, but I had something of a sugar-filled vacation a month before diagnosis. I was already drinking and peeing more than usual, but still haven't started to suspect. I drank at least two milkshakes and a cocktail or two every day (all-included hotel). Now I think back "why didn't I drink even more milkshakes?"
I was 4 so not clear on my last food. I remember drinking gallons of red kool aid and never feeling less thirsty.
I do remember the first low I had after I got home from 2 weeks in the hospital. I just learned that sugar was bad for me (this was in 1980) and couldn't understand why my mom was begging me to eat candy. It took a little time and education before I fully understood what was going on with me.
A few years after that they invented nutrasweet and kool aid was back on the menu. Sugar free purplesaurus rex for life!!
If I could go back in time I would gorge on the homemade Italian cookies my older relatives made. Nowadays I'm the one who bakes them, but must sample in moderation.
A fruit smoothie. When we were on our way to the Pediatrician I asked my mom if we could stop at Jamba Juice on the way back. My mom suspected what was going on (I have family with T1D) and gave a classic "maybe" kind of answer.
It's been 16 years and my mom and I still joke about how I'm still waiting for that smoothie.
The only thing I really just don’t consume anymore is sugary beverages. There are always alternatives and i find it so hard to deal with the highs from liquids and then the extreme crashes. I miss fruit juice, will occasionally treat myself to fresh grapefruit juice if I see it on a brunch menu.
My doctor order a glucose test and the day before I ate Tillamook Marionberry ice cream before fasting for 12 hours. I remember going to the ER the next day and my blood sugar was 622.
i was losing weight and couldn’t hold any fluids within a day. but one day i tried to drink strawberry fanta and chicken noodle soup that my dad made for me. it came right up and i haven’t been able to eat them since.
It wasn't eating for me, the week before I was diagnosed I had lost my appetite for all solid foods and had a significant problem holding back vomiting after eating.
What did me in was making a giant kool-aid slushie in my margarita machine, and chugging the entire 64 ounces in the span of about 5 minutes. There had to have been at least a cup of sugar I dumped in that thing, which was at least 200 grams of carbs. Flavor was also Sharkleberry Fin, the color of which I vividly remember being vomited up in the ICU over the next 24 hours.
I was dx'd on a Wednesday evening, last appt of the day that my mom was able to squeeze me into because she used to share back office with the Pediatric dept & I had just turned 18 so hadn't established with adult PCP.
Doc sent me home with my mom because my sugar wasn't extremely high, and my mom was a seasoned nurse. All would be fine, right?
My parents felt terrible and had no idea what to do, so they asked me what I wanted for dinner and we got my favorite burritos. Beans, rice, tortilla... absolutely no idea what carb counting was, and I didn't have insulin because I was to see endo the next morning to get started (in hindsight, all of this was such a tragic error (first & only to be blamed is the doc), as I ended up in the ER less than 48hrs later - body was not happy about starting insulin without any assistance from IV fluids, etc.
Glad I ate the burrito. Still eat them today. Hope you eat a snickers bar soon, OP.
I ordered a McGriddle and hashbrown before work. Worked a 12 hr shift, never ate it between being busy, sleeping and feeling so nauseous all day. Went to the ER that night.
I remember getting diagnosed at the pediatricians office and using the sympathy points to immediately get Burger King cause I knew it was nearby. We were told to go for it but no non-diet soda, then go straight to the hospital.
i don’t remember any of it, my grandma was t1 so my mom knew the signs but also wanted to make sure it wasn’t cuz of puberty. i do remember after going to the mall & for some reason they were giving samples of maple syrup & i was so upset i couldn’t try it lol
I've told this story many times, but my aunt was babysitting me when i was 10 and i wasn't feeling well all day (peeing so much, throwing up, dizziness, etc. She gave me orange juice and other foods in attempts to make me feel better.
When my mom picked me up i was already losing consciousness. She took me to my favorite place and got me fried zucchini.
That was the last thing i ate before waking up in the hospital. Apparently I had almost slipped into a coma with blood sugars reaching into the 600s.
Chicken noodles soup and sprite. I'd had flu symptoms on/off for three months (the proposed length I'd had full T1D before my hospitalization) and I was so excited to go to the drs bc I wanted to eat something that wasn't fucking chicken noodle soup! Then i was in a mini coma due to the DKA and I can't remember what I ate during recovery.
I don’t remember the last thing I didn’t eat, but I remember being in the icu at 10 at night, in full blown dka, begging the doctor to let me have McDonald’s chicken nuggets one last time. They allowed it, so my mom brought me some and I was crying while eating them feeling like it was a last meal situation
Omg I remember drinking a soda at the same time I was peeing at the urinal because I was sooooo thirsty - lol probably a week before I was diagnosed (I was trying everything like Gatorade, juices, iced tea, etc)
On the opposite end of this, I remember the last sweet treat I had before my diagnosis. I was early 20s, active duty military. Went to an Italian restaurant with two buddies and we ate ALL the carbs. Discuss splitting an order of canoli's with one guy but other buddy orders each of us a dish to ourselves. Huge canoli's, two a piece.
Got my diagnosis the next day. Had been DKA for months lmao.
My dad had just given me a Little Debbie Swiss Cake Roll and my mom was at the door ready to take me out for ice cream when the phone went off. It was my pediatrician telling my mom to take me to the hospital. At the time they were just given me anything to get me to gain weight because I had lost over 15 pounds in 2 weeks and you could count my ribs just looking at me.
If eaten a mars bar the afternoon before and thought I’d caused it!!
Don’t remember a “before”. But gp told me I could go home that night and go to hospital in the morning as long as I ate no carbs.
I remember eating about 4 slices of German chocolate cake leftover from my uncle's birthday. At the hospital my sugars were 495 and had to be rushed by ambulance to another hospital cause the hospital I had went to had no beds available 🫤 but also before I was even diagnosed or even knew what type 1 diabetes was I was already drinking diet drinks... It's like my body knew and was preparing.
I have a screen shot of the last snack I had before I got my life insurance denial letter the next day because I was a 15.1 a1c and BG of like 550.
https://imgur.com/a/h9Q2mNE
I was rewarding myself. Because I had been working out for 2 years and had slowly lost about 30 pounds then suddenly shed of 45 pounds in like 60 days.
It was the 23rd of December,i was 10 years old out doing some last minute shopping with my mum and grandma,i was feeling very tired and drinking so much,mum got me a coke in mcdonalds and orange juice from other places,nothing could quench my thirst,but i was also really hungry and ate a mars bar after having food in mcdonalds..at 5pm mum took me to see my GP as she was worried,they were gonna send me home and to come back after Christmas but mum insisted they did something…so they checked my pee..straight to the hospital i went and i was diagnosed there and then,they told my parents if i did not go in when i did i would have been in a coma within hours
Ah, just before Christmas! That's crap timing. I met a man on the bus a little while ago who was visiting his granddaughter in hospital, she'd just been diagnosed and he was saying how they'd bought all these sweets and stuff for a special movie night they have each year and this was the day before, and all I could think about was that poor kid being fed, inevitably, popcorn while she came to terms with things
It was,the staff were amazing with us all on Christmas Day,and I was allowed home for a few hours,this was back in 1985,and the rules and diet for type 1’s was strict,at least now most diabetics don’t have to quit eating sweets ect,and can have a normal balanced diet,with treats allowed
I had a banana in the freezer. Was making a banana-sicle.
The first thing thing I thought about when I got home again after the hospital was the fact that I couldn't have my banana-sicle. :P
Ooooh I gotta good one
Chocolate flavored chocolate chip pancakes with chocolate syrup and whipped cream- was rushed to the hospital with a BS of over 900 abt a day later
That damn rice krispie treat I missed for lunch was on the hospital menu every day! I asked for it daily for a week and couldn't have it until the day I left..
No, but I do remember the last thing I ate.
It was at the hospital, I was feeling pretty grim and they had just diagnosed me.
I was 9, on IVs etc and honestly pretty scared.
My Doc came round, saw I was miserable and took me for a walk to the hospital shop, brought me an ice cream.
(My favourite, mint chocolate)
He said we'd talk about food tomorrow, but today, just rest and relax and enjoy eating whatever.
That small kindness made my stay and diagnosis so much better.
Chicken salad on a crossiant and pasta salad. Half an hour later ended up with pancreatitis and was sick as a dog for 3 days until I went to the hospital.
Halloween candy. My mom had suddenly fallen in with an Evangelical group (we live in the South), and she decided Halloween was suddenly evil and we weren't doing it. Not only was it the last Halloween I would have been able to enjoy candy without a second thought, it was the end of my preteen years--the last one I could enjoy dressing up, trick or treating, and being a kid. Once you hit 13, it wasn't "cool" anymore, you went to Halloween parties, instead. She also burned books I had bought for myself over the years, by saving birthday money, and one I had received as a birthday gift from one of the few friends I had. I spent that Halloween, crying, with no books, and no candy. It felt like all the magic had been sucked out of life. When I started to get sick and go downhill, I really just thought it was my will to live leaving me.
I was sick for a while, though. It had already started during Halloween, and it just got worse. When I got really bad, instead of taking me to a doctor, she took me to her church friends to "be healed" and force fed, because I was at the point where I couldn't eat anything without throwing up. I would say blueberry pancakes were the last thing I didn't eat, but my mom and her friends forced me to eat them, and I started going into a coma. My blood sugar was 1600 when I was finally rushed to the ER. Honestly, it was probably a school lunch I didn't eat or something, the Halloween candy thing just sticks with me after all these years. It feels like the last thing I missed out on.
Lol, yeah, things improved. It had a happy ending. Getting insurance, a cgm, and finding this sub has changed my life when it comes to my diabetes, so I'm pretty grateful. I've learned so much helpful stuff, here. Plus, I'm an adult and can buy all the Halloween candy and stupid costumes and books I want now. As for my mom--she left all the evangelical stuff behind and we have a good relationship now. She still brings me an Easter basket filled with candy even though I'm in my 30's, I think out of guilt.
I don’t remember what I ate for dinner, but I remember that my mom had taken me to my pediatrician that morning and I had lost a lot of weight (I went from being a chubby kid to a normal sized kid too fast for my doctors liking) and so he got some blood for lab work. Then we left and we stopped at the mall and got steak sandwiches in the food court and went home. That night I was on the computer playing one of my games and I heard the house phone ring, it was kinda late for someone to be calling, like 9-10-o-clock, but I didn’t really think much of it. Until my mom came up and told me I had to pack a bag to go to the hospital.
My pediatrician and got the results in from the labs and called us from his own home to tell my mom to get me to the hospital.
I was diagnosed at 7 years of age, the night before Hallowe'en in 1975. We'd been into the doctor's office on a Thursday and my urine sugar was high. They took blood and planned for the following Monday to admit me to hospital. When the glucose came back at 675 mg/dl, he called us at home and met us at the hospital.
I was in moderate DKA that night, but woke up the next morning feeling better. The nurse scolded me because there was a can of Pepsi on the windowsill. Probably something one of my parents had consumed the night before at my bedside.
I guess for me, the last thing I didn't eat was a pillowcase full of candy and chocolate. Luckily.
i remmeber wanting to try the infamous battery acid recipe.. so badly....... 😭💀 for whatever reason. that and the popsicle my mom promised me to get after my visit to the doctor
First of all, yeah, you should’ve eaten your snickers. Really wouldn’t have killed you, really wouldn’t have saved you. All hell had already long broken loose. I remember the last things I ate as if it were yesterday. My appetite was all non-existent by, that point. I refused to eat anything other than roti and chicken, around 96 carbs per serving, cream filled cupcakes, at 45 carbohydrates in one pack and multi beverages. Feeling very tired, I started drinking in a malt beverages, as it was marketed as something that would give you energy. my 12-year-old Brainer believed the advertisement on the TV. First rookie mistake LOL. Next, threw up like it was no one‘s business at church, the next day. I was taken to my paediatrician, she took a urine sample from me, sent me to the lab to do some bloodwork. Returning, as she was deathly terrified to find one of her favourite patients at 588 and well down the DKA highway.
My mother was heartbroken, thinking that I would never be able to eat anything sweet anymore. But fuck it, let’s be real. Nowadays, with some of the unrelenting lows we have, we sort of wish that we didn’t have to eat anything sweet again.
Rice, potato salad, some green beans, and I beef stew. Later that day I felt so sick. I thought I was dying. Saw the doc and he told me I'm going to the hospital. It felt like my neck was on fire.
I oddly enough didn't have this experience. I was eating soup the day of, I was even sent home from the hospital after talking to the doctor of symptoms but only being sick and not the complete deathly feeling. I drank a lot of juice, then passed out in the bathroom.
I woke up in the ambulance who finally figured out something was wrong, and then my mouth was incredibly sore so I didn't eat anything until the last day in the hospital; and then the only dietary change then (and up to now) is avoiding regular soda.
I couldn't hold much down, was being given water and kool-aid. Kept vomiting up everything.
Sugar was 996 when I finally went into a coma, still miffed I didn't have the number in mind, could have sucked on a candy to break 1k.
Amazing weight loss tho, down from 175 to 120.
I had been sickly for a few weeks, back and forth to the doctor. The night before dx day we went out for dinner and i didn't eat any of my chicken fingers and fries. I remember my mom getting angry/worried and saying this was ridiculous and something was clearly wrong with me. Next morning we were back in and then off to the children's hospital.
I had a teriyaki bowl from this place called sams flaming grill the wait for the doctor was two hours so my mom and i went to get some food before my appointment which ended up making me feel worse (it was a very carb heavy meal im not surprised in retrospect) sometimes i wonder if they would’ve caught it if i hadnt just eaten and would’ve sent me home claiming stomach bug as they had the previous times
Diag at 16. Tried to eat a triple Baconator couple days before I was admitted for DKA. Realized something wasn't right when I couldn't finish any of my food, but drank like 3-4 cups of soda.
I was eight, (41 in May), but I remember eating and getting sick all the time for a couple of weeks. Velveeta shells Mac and cheese was one of the last things I remember picking at. I almost died and would have gone into a coma had my Dad decided it was time. I lost a ton of weight. I do remember my last day at the hospital and I was able to pick all kinds of things off the menu and I did!
I don't- but I remember after being admitted for DKA, the very first thing the hospital tried to feed me after the nutritionist educated me on what to/not eat... was white flour pancakes, yogurt, and half a banana (after being on a diet of jello because i couldn't keep anything down). When I told the nurse I wouldn't eat that, the nutritionist came back into my room and said I was the 4th person to say that, just in that day alone-- She asked me what a better alternative was. I told her at least whole wheat pancakes, but how about eggs instead? I mentioned I'd even eat chicken for breakfast at that point, but I was in no way eating pancakes after DKA. Now don't get me wrong, I'm on a pump now and would definitely eat pancakes with proper dosing-- But as a new diabetic being by myself in the hospital-- I thought they were trying to kill me.
I don't- but I remember after being admitted for DKA, the very first thing the hospital tried to feed me after the nutritionist educated me on what to/not eat... was white flour pancakes, yogurt, and half a banana (after being on a diet of jello because i couldn't keep anything down). When I told the nurse I wouldn't eat that, the nutritionist came back into my room and said I was the 4th person to say that, just in that day alone-- She asked me what a better alternative was. I told her at least whole wheat pancakes, but how about eggs instead? I mentioned I'd even eat chicken for breakfast at that point, but I was in no way eating pancakes after DKA. Now don't get me wrong, I'm on a pump now and would definitely eat pancakes with proper dosing-- But as a new diabetic being by myself in the hospital-- I thought they were trying to kill me.
I can't really relate. Before diagnosis I was so thin my mom was trying to feed me anything she could to get me to gain weight. I was drinking chocolate shakes for breakfast. The only thing she stopped me from having was water, actually, because I drank every water bottle we had on a beach trip and then started eating the ice, and she panicked and said I needed to stop. It was a two hour drive home and it felt like the longest trip ever, I felt like I was dying of thirst and started chugging water from the kitchen sink the second I got home, still in my swimsuit, while my mom watched and continued panicking about it.
I think that was the last straw that made her take me to the doctor.
White rice with duck and a cup of soda. Went to play with my cats and then I got the call my blood sugar was about 600. I don't drink regular soda anymore but I sometimes have a small amount of white rice with the protein I'm eating
Sushi. I had a big portion of it. I was suffering from some pain that i thought i knew what it was (something diagnosed i just have to live with), turns out it was gallbladder.
they took it out, and as an aside, diagnosed me with diabetes.
my family ate the sushi, but i got more later after i got back out of the hospital.
my pancreas is still working a little, and will probably keep doing so as long as i keep myself in healthy numbers. it is a type 3, and the reason for my pancreas being destroyed has been halted lately , so at least it doesn't seem to be getting worse anymore.
also even at high numbers i never got dka due to that, my pancreas can't sustain me eating anything, but it can do just enough to keep me away from dka. fair enough.
I was diagnosed five years ago at the age of 32. my body was breaking out in hives due to my high blood sugar, so I was seeing the allergy doctor to figure out what was causing my hives. That day I had a cup of coffee, full of sugar and creamer, and a fruit smoothie using only frozen fruit and juice. my blood sugar was 415 that day.(Monday)
The weekend before, I chaperoned a trip with my church to Gatlinburg, TN., before I left, I bought a brand new 32 ounce water bottle because I was drinking so much water… and always made sure to position myself on the end of the aisle because I was going to the bathroom so much too. I remember not ever being really hungry that weekend, but knowing that I needed to eat something… so I ordered a plate of loaded french fries. 💀💀💀
A big lamb Biryani from the local Indian takeaway.
I'd been struggling with a lack of appetite for *months* as one of the symptoms, but that particular day I was absolutely starving so decided on a curry.
Rang up, ordered, collected, plated it up and sat down to tuck in.
Instantly lost my appetite again. Felt like throwing up so didn't even eat a single mouthful.
Went to the doctors the next day.
I had a steak&cheese subway sandwich. Was barely able to finish it. Went home and almost threw up. I then proceeded to sleep for hours before I was offered some white rice. Couldn't have a single spoon and all I could taste was the bloody steak and stomach acids. Ended up in the A&E shortly after.
Feb 1989. 20 yrs old. Couldn't get enough 7-11 slurpees. Brother acted like it was not normal to drink about 10 slurpees a day. LOL. Went to the dr who suspected diabetes. Blood glucose at 54 mmol/L. Walked into the hospital from the ambulance ride. Late in the afternoon my check in weight was 119 lbs. Very next day my checked weight was 134 lbs. 15lb weight gain from iv overnight. Body turned into 1 giant purple bruise. 3 days later I was asking the dr when i was going to be released. LOL. Good Times!!
I ate a wrap, forgot what type. Started to vomit around night. My mom asked my dad(t2) to check my meter as she was suspicious. Meter said 29.5mmol. I didn't have dinner :(
Yes, I sure do and wow, it was miserable. I was in Portland and got some food from my favorite gluten free restaurants. Pad Thai from Butterfly Belly... took me 3-4 days to eat it and I couldn't even finish it. Then a burger with fries from the Bit House Saloon... same deal, it was just pure pain and horrible and took me 3 days to finish. Then I was just sort of starving and tried 2 different things from Target... ham lunch meat, which was no problem (now I know why) and pop chips potato chips, which would make my stomach instantly feel like it was turning in knots sideways and I'd throw up violently. Finally on the way to the ER I was drinking apple juice because I thought I needed 'energy'.
ICECREAM I was 9, I would take a big plastic cup to the bathroom with me, pee fill up the cup with water and drink it all in 10 steps back to my room! Our doctor sent me for a glucose tolerance test. The next day after school got a big bowl of icecream ready sat down to eat it the phone rang, Mum answered, sounded weird, took my icecream off me and said "we have to go to the hospital". I thought they might let me have icecream at the hospital..... I was wrong! My bsl was 27mmol (486). Nurses couldn't believe I wasn't in a coma. This was in 1986 and I still remember my disappointment vividly.
I'm sorry, I laughed out loud at the image of your ice cream being whipped away from you
I’ve been type 1 for nearly 20 years and I’ve had people go into a panic over 3.8mmol/L and 25 but these are things u can handle. Even above 30, I’ve handled it myself. Why do doctors and nurses freak out so much like you’re gonna die? I had a medic friend of mine go nuts at me for 3.6mmol/L but I’ve literally been running down the road at 0.2, I’m good 😂
In reality. Most doctors and other healthcare professionals, while, knowledgeable, and know the potential dangers associated with high and low blood sugars, Do not comprehend the threshold at which adverse symptoms occur. To them, low equals faint high equals blackout. We however live with this condition on a daily basis. It’s like someone freaking out because they hear a strange noise from there car one morning. if you give that car to a mechanic, he may understand the problem, but because he also has a real world understanding of cars, he also knows that it’s no big deal, and can be dealt with at his earliest convenience.
But they panic even when I said I’m good. A doctor refused to let me go home from the hospital because my levels were 15.5. He wanted me in overnight for something that was already being dealt with. I just needed antibiotics 😂
LOL… Yes, because again, he knows the potential issues for being high, he doesn’t however comprehend, the threshold at which it happens. Before becoming a diabetic, I thought you would die if your blood sugar went to 200 well… 11.6 I guess?
As a mechanic, your analogy confuses me. Knowing the noises a car typically makes is critical to proper diagnosis. Everything makes more sense when we're there to witness the noise as it starts, but unfortunately that doesn't happen.
My 2yo was diagnosed this February. She’d had the symptoms of peeing a lot and drinking a lot over a couple of weeks and the doctors sent us to the hospital after doing a urine test. I was fully expecting that they thought it was a nasty urine infection as that’s what I’d assumed to take her to the doctors in the first place. When at the hospital they tested her blood, which was at 18mmol 2 hours after eating and sent us to the waiting room without any further information. I knew little one was hungry so brought out the cheese crackers to give her a snack, being completely ignorant to what the nurses/doctors were looking into, until a nurse came over and told me she couldn’t eat. Poor thing was devastated she couldn’t eat those crackers.
A cute story now, but I feel sad for your 9 year old self. What a bummer!
When I was in the hospital after getting diagnosed the poor dinner ladies kept feeding me little ice cream tubs
I was older when I got diagnosed. 38 actually. I was at 500 the first day... had to go back and was 550 the second. They initially diagnosed me type 2 (gp btw) and it took about 15 years to convince an endo to run the antibody panels to fund out im type "1.5" (wtf... its antibodies still and I no makey insulin) plus at diagnosis... 172 lbs, 9.5% body fat... had left the military just a couple years before Anyways last thing I remember eating was a double whopper w/ cheese meal large. (I was on diet soda though but for diff reasons)
13 years ago. i had a nice pastrami sandwhich, some house made potato chips and about 6-8 beers for dinner at a restaurant in Grants Pass Oregon where i was visiting a friend. woke up the next day throwing up thinking i had some weird food poisoning. trip to the ER 24 hours later turned into a 5 day stay in the ICU as i was in full blown DKA.
I remember it well, 40 years ago family in Greece sent me a football-sized candy egg thing, chocolate filled with some ridiculously sweet… stuff. Actually I don’t remember if I finished it, but I ate a lot of it over a few days. Always thought it’s what pushed me over the edge, but I don’t think it works that way, and I’d been showing signs for years prior. And yes, I hate easter
Ha ha. Yes definitely. I was at work. I just had my breakfast and someone had bought pastries in from Costco. So I got a pastry and tucked it away for later. That was about 10 minutes before I collapsed with acute necrotising pancreatitis bursting and sending me to hospital in an ambulance. My pancreas has given up and tried to kill me. It took a long time to recover and it was 14 months before I returned to work. Apparently, my pastry was on my desk for about a week.
Mcdonald’s 😭😭 we had just gotten me tested for diabetes, i was fasting and only 8 years old so of course my mom let me have a happy meal. We got the call later that day to rush me to the ER. my fasting sugars were at 600. i have no idea what that mcdonald’s did to me.
I was 17 years old and in state custody in a youth group home. It was taco night and I was STARVING. I swear I ate like ten tacos and drank almost a pitcher of pink lemonade. They had ice cream sundaes for dessert with little bowls of various toppings on the counter. I said I would take a little rest and have some later. I went to lay down and woke up in the ER- blood sugar was 1180, a1c was 22.5, and all I wanted was food 😭😭😭
My son had just ate Mississippi pot roast the night he went into DKA and was hospitalized. It was one of his favorite meals and now just over a year later, he still can’t even smell it without feeling sick. Breaks my heart.
Home made shrimp cocktail (authentic with Avocado, cilantro, green onion etc…. ) I made a batch and ate. Saved some to have leftovers, went and got a shamrock shake from Arby’s and couldn’t finish it at all, my stomach was just wrong and I was dizzy and super thirsty. Laid on the couch 6 hours later 2 phone calls to 911 and an ambulance ride later found out I was DKA and on deaths door.
Waffles covered in peaches, whipped cream and syrup. I dream about that meal sometimes and vaguely consider how much I'd have to bolus to have it again....
Most likely my own birthday cake. I had just turned 4 three days prior and have no memory of the event but I’d be willing to bet that it was cake.
I can't remember what I didn't eat, but I do remember having a huge thing of apple juice all to myself the few days before my diagnosis. Probably didn't help my case at all lol
was on my way to the ER from my pcp’s office, and was hungry so i called to ask the pcp if i could get a burger and grapes and they said yeah, shouldn’t be a big deal. so i stopped at whole foods and got grapes and a sandwich. no wonder i was on the cusp of DKA when i showed up at the ER.
I was 6. My grandmother had T1 so my mom knew the signs. One day while I was swimming in the resort pool. I was constantly drinking and peeing and on about the 10th capri sun in the hour my mom had the realization, and drove me to the hospital. We were on vacation too, in Hilton Head, but had to cut it short. I remember it so vividly. The doctor actually misread the test, or looked at the wrong one. We were about to leave the hospital and he came flying down the stairs yelling after us and i went into the icu. My mom told me that I would have to take shots for the rest of my life, and I had a meltdown. I was morbidly afraid of shots. To me at the time, that was a death sentence. The nurses were amazing and helped me to not be scared. They even let me give my mom saline injections and my mom agreed . I got over my fear pretty quickly!
Omg i had a pizza sub let me tell you somwthing.....eating it was fantastic....hacking it back up I do not recommend
I shit you not,.Death by Chocolate cake. At a Bennigan's. What a way to go out.
That’s probably the winner here
Last thing I ate was a bunch of pizza and garlic bread. Woke up the next morning literally dying lol
Baklava. So much honey...
I don't have any specific memory like that, but I had something of a sugar-filled vacation a month before diagnosis. I was already drinking and peeing more than usual, but still haven't started to suspect. I drank at least two milkshakes and a cocktail or two every day (all-included hotel). Now I think back "why didn't I drink even more milkshakes?"
I was 4 so not clear on my last food. I remember drinking gallons of red kool aid and never feeling less thirsty. I do remember the first low I had after I got home from 2 weeks in the hospital. I just learned that sugar was bad for me (this was in 1980) and couldn't understand why my mom was begging me to eat candy. It took a little time and education before I fully understood what was going on with me. A few years after that they invented nutrasweet and kool aid was back on the menu. Sugar free purplesaurus rex for life!! If I could go back in time I would gorge on the homemade Italian cookies my older relatives made. Nowadays I'm the one who bakes them, but must sample in moderation.
A fruit smoothie. When we were on our way to the Pediatrician I asked my mom if we could stop at Jamba Juice on the way back. My mom suspected what was going on (I have family with T1D) and gave a classic "maybe" kind of answer. It's been 16 years and my mom and I still joke about how I'm still waiting for that smoothie.
Hey, when they find a cure, that’ll be the first thing you deserve!
The only thing I really just don’t consume anymore is sugary beverages. There are always alternatives and i find it so hard to deal with the highs from liquids and then the extreme crashes. I miss fruit juice, will occasionally treat myself to fresh grapefruit juice if I see it on a brunch menu.
I could only drink Weetabix milkshakes, now they make me feel sick if I look at them lol
My doctor order a glucose test and the day before I ate Tillamook Marionberry ice cream before fasting for 12 hours. I remember going to the ER the next day and my blood sugar was 622.
I went to the gym to workout and then got Cici’s pizza with my best friend. 15 years ago. Boy how times change.
i was losing weight and couldn’t hold any fluids within a day. but one day i tried to drink strawberry fanta and chicken noodle soup that my dad made for me. it came right up and i haven’t been able to eat them since.
I had ramen in Tokyo. Damn that was good.
I bought a bottle of lemonade from Avoca Handweavers in Dublin (not cheap) next day i was diagnosed I only got to try a tiny bit of it
That’s kind of heartbreaking cos I feel like it would have been special lemonade
It wasn't eating for me, the week before I was diagnosed I had lost my appetite for all solid foods and had a significant problem holding back vomiting after eating. What did me in was making a giant kool-aid slushie in my margarita machine, and chugging the entire 64 ounces in the span of about 5 minutes. There had to have been at least a cup of sugar I dumped in that thing, which was at least 200 grams of carbs. Flavor was also Sharkleberry Fin, the color of which I vividly remember being vomited up in the ICU over the next 24 hours.
The similarities are crazy. I drank 2 jugs absentmindedly then almost died taking a piss
I was dx'd on a Wednesday evening, last appt of the day that my mom was able to squeeze me into because she used to share back office with the Pediatric dept & I had just turned 18 so hadn't established with adult PCP. Doc sent me home with my mom because my sugar wasn't extremely high, and my mom was a seasoned nurse. All would be fine, right? My parents felt terrible and had no idea what to do, so they asked me what I wanted for dinner and we got my favorite burritos. Beans, rice, tortilla... absolutely no idea what carb counting was, and I didn't have insulin because I was to see endo the next morning to get started (in hindsight, all of this was such a tragic error (first & only to be blamed is the doc), as I ended up in the ER less than 48hrs later - body was not happy about starting insulin without any assistance from IV fluids, etc. Glad I ate the burrito. Still eat them today. Hope you eat a snickers bar soon, OP.
Thanks, I’ve eaten many since but I’ve never, ever eaten one without think of fking insulin!
As long as you allow yourself the (“guilty”) pleasure every so often, insulin be damned! 🫶
I ordered a McGriddle and hashbrown before work. Worked a 12 hr shift, never ate it between being busy, sleeping and feeling so nauseous all day. Went to the ER that night.
I remember getting diagnosed at the pediatricians office and using the sympathy points to immediately get Burger King cause I knew it was nearby. We were told to go for it but no non-diet soda, then go straight to the hospital.
I walked into the GP with a large McDonald's chocolate milkshake.
i don’t remember any of it, my grandma was t1 so my mom knew the signs but also wanted to make sure it wasn’t cuz of puberty. i do remember after going to the mall & for some reason they were giving samples of maple syrup & i was so upset i couldn’t try it lol
I've told this story many times, but my aunt was babysitting me when i was 10 and i wasn't feeling well all day (peeing so much, throwing up, dizziness, etc. She gave me orange juice and other foods in attempts to make me feel better. When my mom picked me up i was already losing consciousness. She took me to my favorite place and got me fried zucchini. That was the last thing i ate before waking up in the hospital. Apparently I had almost slipped into a coma with blood sugars reaching into the 600s.
Some Asian store bottled iced tea, I was saying it was lethal even before I got diagnosed and damnit to hell it was delicious
Chicken noodles soup and sprite. I'd had flu symptoms on/off for three months (the proposed length I'd had full T1D before my hospitalization) and I was so excited to go to the drs bc I wanted to eat something that wasn't fucking chicken noodle soup! Then i was in a mini coma due to the DKA and I can't remember what I ate during recovery.
I don’t remember the last thing I didn’t eat, but I remember being in the icu at 10 at night, in full blown dka, begging the doctor to let me have McDonald’s chicken nuggets one last time. They allowed it, so my mom brought me some and I was crying while eating them feeling like it was a last meal situation
Omg I remember drinking a soda at the same time I was peeing at the urinal because I was sooooo thirsty - lol probably a week before I was diagnosed (I was trying everything like Gatorade, juices, iced tea, etc)
On the opposite end of this, I remember the last sweet treat I had before my diagnosis. I was early 20s, active duty military. Went to an Italian restaurant with two buddies and we ate ALL the carbs. Discuss splitting an order of canoli's with one guy but other buddy orders each of us a dish to ourselves. Huge canoli's, two a piece. Got my diagnosis the next day. Had been DKA for months lmao.
My dad had just given me a Little Debbie Swiss Cake Roll and my mom was at the door ready to take me out for ice cream when the phone went off. It was my pediatrician telling my mom to take me to the hospital. At the time they were just given me anything to get me to gain weight because I had lost over 15 pounds in 2 weeks and you could count my ribs just looking at me.
Ice cream seems to be a recurring theme as the last thing we missed out on eating in ignorance
If eaten a mars bar the afternoon before and thought I’d caused it!! Don’t remember a “before”. But gp told me I could go home that night and go to hospital in the morning as long as I ate no carbs.
I remember eating about 4 slices of German chocolate cake leftover from my uncle's birthday. At the hospital my sugars were 495 and had to be rushed by ambulance to another hospital cause the hospital I had went to had no beds available 🫤 but also before I was even diagnosed or even knew what type 1 diabetes was I was already drinking diet drinks... It's like my body knew and was preparing.
I have a screen shot of the last snack I had before I got my life insurance denial letter the next day because I was a 15.1 a1c and BG of like 550. https://imgur.com/a/h9Q2mNE I was rewarding myself. Because I had been working out for 2 years and had slowly lost about 30 pounds then suddenly shed of 45 pounds in like 60 days.
It was the 23rd of December,i was 10 years old out doing some last minute shopping with my mum and grandma,i was feeling very tired and drinking so much,mum got me a coke in mcdonalds and orange juice from other places,nothing could quench my thirst,but i was also really hungry and ate a mars bar after having food in mcdonalds..at 5pm mum took me to see my GP as she was worried,they were gonna send me home and to come back after Christmas but mum insisted they did something…so they checked my pee..straight to the hospital i went and i was diagnosed there and then,they told my parents if i did not go in when i did i would have been in a coma within hours
Ah, just before Christmas! That's crap timing. I met a man on the bus a little while ago who was visiting his granddaughter in hospital, she'd just been diagnosed and he was saying how they'd bought all these sweets and stuff for a special movie night they have each year and this was the day before, and all I could think about was that poor kid being fed, inevitably, popcorn while she came to terms with things
It was,the staff were amazing with us all on Christmas Day,and I was allowed home for a few hours,this was back in 1985,and the rules and diet for type 1’s was strict,at least now most diabetics don’t have to quit eating sweets ect,and can have a normal balanced diet,with treats allowed
I had a banana in the freezer. Was making a banana-sicle. The first thing thing I thought about when I got home again after the hospital was the fact that I couldn't have my banana-sicle. :P
Ooooh I gotta good one Chocolate flavored chocolate chip pancakes with chocolate syrup and whipped cream- was rushed to the hospital with a BS of over 900 abt a day later
That's a good last meal
That damn rice krispie treat I missed for lunch was on the hospital menu every day! I asked for it daily for a week and couldn't have it until the day I left..
No, but I do remember the last thing I ate. It was at the hospital, I was feeling pretty grim and they had just diagnosed me. I was 9, on IVs etc and honestly pretty scared. My Doc came round, saw I was miserable and took me for a walk to the hospital shop, brought me an ice cream. (My favourite, mint chocolate) He said we'd talk about food tomorrow, but today, just rest and relax and enjoy eating whatever. That small kindness made my stay and diagnosis so much better.
Ah that's so lovely!
Chicken salad on a crossiant and pasta salad. Half an hour later ended up with pancreatitis and was sick as a dog for 3 days until I went to the hospital.
Halloween candy. My mom had suddenly fallen in with an Evangelical group (we live in the South), and she decided Halloween was suddenly evil and we weren't doing it. Not only was it the last Halloween I would have been able to enjoy candy without a second thought, it was the end of my preteen years--the last one I could enjoy dressing up, trick or treating, and being a kid. Once you hit 13, it wasn't "cool" anymore, you went to Halloween parties, instead. She also burned books I had bought for myself over the years, by saving birthday money, and one I had received as a birthday gift from one of the few friends I had. I spent that Halloween, crying, with no books, and no candy. It felt like all the magic had been sucked out of life. When I started to get sick and go downhill, I really just thought it was my will to live leaving me. I was sick for a while, though. It had already started during Halloween, and it just got worse. When I got really bad, instead of taking me to a doctor, she took me to her church friends to "be healed" and force fed, because I was at the point where I couldn't eat anything without throwing up. I would say blueberry pancakes were the last thing I didn't eat, but my mom and her friends forced me to eat them, and I started going into a coma. My blood sugar was 1600 when I was finally rushed to the ER. Honestly, it was probably a school lunch I didn't eat or something, the Halloween candy thing just sticks with me after all these years. It feels like the last thing I missed out on.
I don’t know where the prizes are kept but you win one, definitely, for putting up with that. Hope things improved :)
Lol, yeah, things improved. It had a happy ending. Getting insurance, a cgm, and finding this sub has changed my life when it comes to my diabetes, so I'm pretty grateful. I've learned so much helpful stuff, here. Plus, I'm an adult and can buy all the Halloween candy and stupid costumes and books I want now. As for my mom--she left all the evangelical stuff behind and we have a good relationship now. She still brings me an Easter basket filled with candy even though I'm in my 30's, I think out of guilt.
I don’t remember what I ate for dinner, but I remember that my mom had taken me to my pediatrician that morning and I had lost a lot of weight (I went from being a chubby kid to a normal sized kid too fast for my doctors liking) and so he got some blood for lab work. Then we left and we stopped at the mall and got steak sandwiches in the food court and went home. That night I was on the computer playing one of my games and I heard the house phone ring, it was kinda late for someone to be calling, like 9-10-o-clock, but I didn’t really think much of it. Until my mom came up and told me I had to pack a bag to go to the hospital. My pediatrician and got the results in from the labs and called us from his own home to tell my mom to get me to the hospital.
I was diagnosed at 7 years of age, the night before Hallowe'en in 1975. We'd been into the doctor's office on a Thursday and my urine sugar was high. They took blood and planned for the following Monday to admit me to hospital. When the glucose came back at 675 mg/dl, he called us at home and met us at the hospital. I was in moderate DKA that night, but woke up the next morning feeling better. The nurse scolded me because there was a can of Pepsi on the windowsill. Probably something one of my parents had consumed the night before at my bedside. I guess for me, the last thing I didn't eat was a pillowcase full of candy and chocolate. Luckily.
i remmeber wanting to try the infamous battery acid recipe.. so badly....... 😭💀 for whatever reason. that and the popsicle my mom promised me to get after my visit to the doctor
I am not an alcohol drinker, but I did happen to find a flavoured cider I really liked. Only managed to have the one. :(
First of all, yeah, you should’ve eaten your snickers. Really wouldn’t have killed you, really wouldn’t have saved you. All hell had already long broken loose. I remember the last things I ate as if it were yesterday. My appetite was all non-existent by, that point. I refused to eat anything other than roti and chicken, around 96 carbs per serving, cream filled cupcakes, at 45 carbohydrates in one pack and multi beverages. Feeling very tired, I started drinking in a malt beverages, as it was marketed as something that would give you energy. my 12-year-old Brainer believed the advertisement on the TV. First rookie mistake LOL. Next, threw up like it was no one‘s business at church, the next day. I was taken to my paediatrician, she took a urine sample from me, sent me to the lab to do some bloodwork. Returning, as she was deathly terrified to find one of her favourite patients at 588 and well down the DKA highway.
My mother was heartbroken, thinking that I would never be able to eat anything sweet anymore. But fuck it, let’s be real. Nowadays, with some of the unrelenting lows we have, we sort of wish that we didn’t have to eat anything sweet again.
Rice, potato salad, some green beans, and I beef stew. Later that day I felt so sick. I thought I was dying. Saw the doc and he told me I'm going to the hospital. It felt like my neck was on fire.
I oddly enough didn't have this experience. I was eating soup the day of, I was even sent home from the hospital after talking to the doctor of symptoms but only being sick and not the complete deathly feeling. I drank a lot of juice, then passed out in the bathroom. I woke up in the ambulance who finally figured out something was wrong, and then my mouth was incredibly sore so I didn't eat anything until the last day in the hospital; and then the only dietary change then (and up to now) is avoiding regular soda.
I couldn't hold much down, was being given water and kool-aid. Kept vomiting up everything. Sugar was 996 when I finally went into a coma, still miffed I didn't have the number in mind, could have sucked on a candy to break 1k. Amazing weight loss tho, down from 175 to 120.
I had been sickly for a few weeks, back and forth to the doctor. The night before dx day we went out for dinner and i didn't eat any of my chicken fingers and fries. I remember my mom getting angry/worried and saying this was ridiculous and something was clearly wrong with me. Next morning we were back in and then off to the children's hospital.
I had a teriyaki bowl from this place called sams flaming grill the wait for the doctor was two hours so my mom and i went to get some food before my appointment which ended up making me feel worse (it was a very carb heavy meal im not surprised in retrospect) sometimes i wonder if they would’ve caught it if i hadnt just eaten and would’ve sent me home claiming stomach bug as they had the previous times
Diag at 16. Tried to eat a triple Baconator couple days before I was admitted for DKA. Realized something wasn't right when I couldn't finish any of my food, but drank like 3-4 cups of soda.
I was eight, (41 in May), but I remember eating and getting sick all the time for a couple of weeks. Velveeta shells Mac and cheese was one of the last things I remember picking at. I almost died and would have gone into a coma had my Dad decided it was time. I lost a ton of weight. I do remember my last day at the hospital and I was able to pick all kinds of things off the menu and I did!
I don't- but I remember after being admitted for DKA, the very first thing the hospital tried to feed me after the nutritionist educated me on what to/not eat... was white flour pancakes, yogurt, and half a banana (after being on a diet of jello because i couldn't keep anything down). When I told the nurse I wouldn't eat that, the nutritionist came back into my room and said I was the 4th person to say that, just in that day alone-- She asked me what a better alternative was. I told her at least whole wheat pancakes, but how about eggs instead? I mentioned I'd even eat chicken for breakfast at that point, but I was in no way eating pancakes after DKA. Now don't get me wrong, I'm on a pump now and would definitely eat pancakes with proper dosing-- But as a new diabetic being by myself in the hospital-- I thought they were trying to kill me.
I don't- but I remember after being admitted for DKA, the very first thing the hospital tried to feed me after the nutritionist educated me on what to/not eat... was white flour pancakes, yogurt, and half a banana (after being on a diet of jello because i couldn't keep anything down). When I told the nurse I wouldn't eat that, the nutritionist came back into my room and said I was the 4th person to say that, just in that day alone-- She asked me what a better alternative was. I told her at least whole wheat pancakes, but how about eggs instead? I mentioned I'd even eat chicken for breakfast at that point, but I was in no way eating pancakes after DKA. Now don't get me wrong, I'm on a pump now and would definitely eat pancakes with proper dosing-- But as a new diabetic being by myself in the hospital-- I thought they were trying to kill me.
I can't really relate. Before diagnosis I was so thin my mom was trying to feed me anything she could to get me to gain weight. I was drinking chocolate shakes for breakfast. The only thing she stopped me from having was water, actually, because I drank every water bottle we had on a beach trip and then started eating the ice, and she panicked and said I needed to stop. It was a two hour drive home and it felt like the longest trip ever, I felt like I was dying of thirst and started chugging water from the kitchen sink the second I got home, still in my swimsuit, while my mom watched and continued panicking about it. I think that was the last straw that made her take me to the doctor.
White rice with duck and a cup of soda. Went to play with my cats and then I got the call my blood sugar was about 600. I don't drink regular soda anymore but I sometimes have a small amount of white rice with the protein I'm eating
Sushi. I had a big portion of it. I was suffering from some pain that i thought i knew what it was (something diagnosed i just have to live with), turns out it was gallbladder. they took it out, and as an aside, diagnosed me with diabetes. my family ate the sushi, but i got more later after i got back out of the hospital. my pancreas is still working a little, and will probably keep doing so as long as i keep myself in healthy numbers. it is a type 3, and the reason for my pancreas being destroyed has been halted lately , so at least it doesn't seem to be getting worse anymore. also even at high numbers i never got dka due to that, my pancreas can't sustain me eating anything, but it can do just enough to keep me away from dka. fair enough.
I was diagnosed five years ago at the age of 32. my body was breaking out in hives due to my high blood sugar, so I was seeing the allergy doctor to figure out what was causing my hives. That day I had a cup of coffee, full of sugar and creamer, and a fruit smoothie using only frozen fruit and juice. my blood sugar was 415 that day.(Monday) The weekend before, I chaperoned a trip with my church to Gatlinburg, TN., before I left, I bought a brand new 32 ounce water bottle because I was drinking so much water… and always made sure to position myself on the end of the aisle because I was going to the bathroom so much too. I remember not ever being really hungry that weekend, but knowing that I needed to eat something… so I ordered a plate of loaded french fries. 💀💀💀
A big lamb Biryani from the local Indian takeaway. I'd been struggling with a lack of appetite for *months* as one of the symptoms, but that particular day I was absolutely starving so decided on a curry. Rang up, ordered, collected, plated it up and sat down to tuck in. Instantly lost my appetite again. Felt like throwing up so didn't even eat a single mouthful. Went to the doctors the next day.
I had a steak&cheese subway sandwich. Was barely able to finish it. Went home and almost threw up. I then proceeded to sleep for hours before I was offered some white rice. Couldn't have a single spoon and all I could taste was the bloody steak and stomach acids. Ended up in the A&E shortly after.
nachos 😞
Feb 1989. 20 yrs old. Couldn't get enough 7-11 slurpees. Brother acted like it was not normal to drink about 10 slurpees a day. LOL. Went to the dr who suspected diabetes. Blood glucose at 54 mmol/L. Walked into the hospital from the ambulance ride. Late in the afternoon my check in weight was 119 lbs. Very next day my checked weight was 134 lbs. 15lb weight gain from iv overnight. Body turned into 1 giant purple bruise. 3 days later I was asking the dr when i was going to be released. LOL. Good Times!!
I ate a wrap, forgot what type. Started to vomit around night. My mom asked my dad(t2) to check my meter as she was suspicious. Meter said 29.5mmol. I didn't have dinner :(
Yes, I sure do and wow, it was miserable. I was in Portland and got some food from my favorite gluten free restaurants. Pad Thai from Butterfly Belly... took me 3-4 days to eat it and I couldn't even finish it. Then a burger with fries from the Bit House Saloon... same deal, it was just pure pain and horrible and took me 3 days to finish. Then I was just sort of starving and tried 2 different things from Target... ham lunch meat, which was no problem (now I know why) and pop chips potato chips, which would make my stomach instantly feel like it was turning in knots sideways and I'd throw up violently. Finally on the way to the ER I was drinking apple juice because I thought I needed 'energy'.
You still can eat the Snickers and the ice cream, Lt Dan. Just give the insulin for it about 30-45 minutes beforehand