DIAGNOSED!

This post is a little late, as it all occurred on the first and second of march, but I guess it took me a couple of weeks to come to terms with everything that has happened. Moving on...

The Symptoms

• Sudden and unexplained weight-loss (didn't mind this part)
• Excessive Peeing (definitely minded this part - so annoying)
• Drinking LOTS of water (why I thought I was losing weight)
• Always completely and utterly drained and tired
• My period hadn't come for 3 months (sorry to any easily offended guys reading this)
• My foot went limp and I couldn't walk properly

The last one is in bold, why? Because, while I did take notice of the other symptoms, they really didn't occur to me to mind, my foot: I was concerned about. So I took myself off to my GP, because not being able to walk properly is a pain. When I arrived I learned that, apparently, it was an "urgent issue" so I was referred to the hospital.

I had to call my mum (who I haven't spoken to in months) to take me to the hospital (being under 18 I couldn't admit myself). To my surprise she agreed. We waited at the hospital for about an hour before I went in to see a doctor, and I'm not entirely sure why, maybe it was something I said, he stopped focusing on my foot and took a finger prick. My blood sugar was 25.9. Mum didn't believe the machine - being Diabetic she pulled out her own and did it again, same result. A normal Blood Sugar Level (BSL) is around 5. Crap.

Then is was on. I have a morbid phobia of needles. Like, really bad. I have had very few of my immunisations (apparently they won't do it when you pass out) and rarely had a blood test, so when they told me I was very dehydrated and they  needed to insert a cannula, I freaked out. Long story short after a GREAT deal of extreme hesitation and talk of sedating me, they finally got not 1 but TWO cannulas into my arm. One for fluids, insulin and later glucose the other for Potassium (which, when in it's concentrated form, burns as it enters the arm)

Diagnosis:

TYPE 1 DIABETES

I was in hospital overnight. They kept wanting blood. I wouldn't let them have it. The next morning, with my mum to hold me (I think she took it harder than I did) I finally gave them the blood. Turns out my foot was temporary nerve damage due to a high blood sugar over an extended period (apparently I had been ignoring the symptoms for a while).So that's my tale of heroics (not really). I am on 4 injections per day and am doing okay with them considering. The diet is a big change but I'm handling it all. Best of all: my mum is talking to me again. We have plans in a weeks time!

And I get a pretty new necklace, even if it does have DIABETES in block letters on the back.