Wednesday, 15 May 2013

DBlogWeek Day 3 - Memories

Todays Prompt: Today we’re going to share our most memorable diabetes day. You can take this anywhere.... your or your loved one's diagnosis, a bad low, a bad high, a big success, any day that you’d like to share. (Thanks to Jasmine of Silver-Lined for this topic suggestion.)

When I read the prompt for today's post, only one date stuck in my mind and that's August 25th 2009 when I got diagnosed.

Leading up to my DX I lost around 2/3 stone from the beginning of June to that date. I didn't really notice as I was trying to slim down pre-holiday and was going a little Wii Fit crazy.. so I was pleased to be shifting the excess pounds. Even when colleagues at my old job pointed out how thin I'd gotten and how my trousers were hanging off me (to the point where I had them almost falling down when I crossed a road in a hurry) I just smiled like a total numptey and enjoyed the compliments!

My holiday was a bit of a blur, I can only remember drinking a hell of a lot of Apple & Blackcurrant squash (I went through 8 litre bottles of the stuff you add to water..) and feeling really rubbish on the last day. Nothing I drank quenched my thirst. That last day at the Magic Kingdom was awful, I felt sick, headachey and fuzzy headed. I just wanted to lie down. I can also remember being at the airport, getting to the gate entrance and nearly falling asleep because I felt so ill. My head just felt like it contained spaghetti junction.

This trip rather than the previous one I actually got a bit choked up seeing that spot at the airport. Thinking of how much my life changed a few weeks after being there. How I had no clue how poorly I was and getting closer to DKA. Getting a little misty eyed just thinking about it even now so moving on..

I continued to drink excessively once I got back to the UK and still nothing quenched my thirst. This is when my mum realised that something else was going on. A trip to the nurse soon followed and I was admitted to hospital with a BG of over 20 and ++++ keytones.

Calling my manager to tell her I was going to hospital was a little awkward as she was enjoying herself at a beer festival and I was sobbing my heart out.. my main concern was taking my own pjs so I wouldn't have to wear a hospital gown that had my arse on show.

A lot has changed in the past 3 and a bit years, I'm hoping that the next few are happier :)



Daisy said...

This post is super heart-felt and actually had me about to burst into tears one minute, but then smiling the next. Beautiful! You've clearly come a long way since your diagnosis so that's something to be proud of :) Keep up your amazing work Emma and please keep blogging! xxx

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