Day 7: Pre diagnosis - my story.....
21/10/10 - The day i will never forget...
I was so confused laying on a hospital bed and being wheeled to
intensive care...all i was hearing was this word 'Diabetes' I had heard
of this word but did not know what it meant and was not aware of how
this one little word was going to affect me for the rest of my life...
I
had been feeling horrid all week! Drinking water and milk by the gallon
and going to the toilet too many times to count, mouth was dry and sore
throat, i had no appetite and had lost nearly a stone in
weight...feeling very tired all the time and not wanting to move from my
bed atall i had also been sick the previous day....what a way to end
the week off i was having. I put it down to a virus or a bug and went to bed that friday night feeling very ill!
Woke up on the saturday
feeling even worse than the previous day. i made myself get up and
dressed and felt so weak and tired, i knew something was wrong so i got
my good friend to take me to A and E just to make sure i was ok. Got
seen pretty quickly and done some tests and a discussion with the doctor
led to him diagnosing me with 'Gastroitis' or something along those
lines... i protested alot as i knew it was
more than that but i gave up and figured he was the doctor and he knew
what was best, so took my gaviscon he gave me and went back home.
Woke
up sunday midday...seriously not feeling good! i tried to get some food
down me and also guzzled some lucozade for much needed energy boost
(well so i thought at that time) By about 4pm i was feeling so weak i
could not even stand up from my bed without holding onto something, my
flatmate and our friend were in at the time (thank god) and this led to
another trip to the hospital exept i had to be almost carried to the car
this time as i could not even hold myself up..i remember falling asleep
in the waiting room and then hearing my name being called to be
seen...but not alot after that!
I remember going into A&E and falling asleep... my friend woke me up saying i had been called and as i walked towards the door, i think i passed out because the next time i woke up i was laying on a
bed several nurses and doctors putting IVs and different tubes into me
(including the doctor who misdiagnosed me) and hearing the word DKA, i closed my eyes again as i felt my bed being moved.
Woke up in intensive care with some family
members by my side and in pain, attached to several drips including one
that was pumping insulin into me. It was only later i
understood what a bad state i was in. Apparently i got to the hospital
at the right time as all my organs were starting to fail and i was very
close to a coma and not waking up.
I hated hospital, i had hourly fingerpricks and blood tests, an IV in each arm, and one in my neck with numerous stapled taggy things onto it and dangling
things coming off it attaching me to various liquids, i had to drink liquid potassium as i was low in everything, and i wont even mention the
catheter!
I couldnt belive this was happening, there
had been no record of any diabetes in either side of the family and i
just felt so angry and confused. I spent 3 nights in intensive care and a
further 2 in a general ward learning about my life long condition and
how to inject myself and about eating right and nutrition etc...got
given a big box of goodies which included a blood glucose meter, insulin pen and other bits and pieces essential to a diabetic. The only
thing that kept me sane was the support i got from many friends and
family during my stay and i would like to thank everyone for coming to
visit me, and writing me letters and cards, and especially my mum who travelled up nearly every day :) i would not have got through it without you guys.
Finally
i got to leave when they were happy that i could manage by myself, and
so i left with various bruises, looking like something been bitten by
dracula in a horror movie, i left scared, confused and angry that i now
had a condition that would stay with me for my entire life...
I had diabetes.