At dLife Today: War Stories the Dlife blog asks how we were told. I have posted this story before.
I was surprised when I was told. My family history indicates that I will be diabetic and my medical team and I have been watching for diabetes for years.
I had been told I was borderline the year before diagnosis, but that my lipid levels were worse, so the doctor wanted to watch the blood sugar levels first, and deal with the possible diabetes later. At the time, my faster blood sugar was around 125.
A year passed and we were still seeing faster blood sugar levels between 125 and 150. Nothing higher. So after the year was up, the doctor decided to send me for a glucose tolerance test.
Well, by the end of glucose tolerance test, I wasn’t. (that is tolerating the glucose).
I went through a weekend I was sicker than a dog (and I use that expression wisely, being a dog person). I got to school and realized that I couldn’t cope with the day by about 9:00 am. So I called for a emergency sub and called the doctors office and told them I was coming in. At the same time, they were calling all my numbers to tell me to get into the office now.
I’m honestly not sure if I told the doctor the diagnosis, or if he told me.
I really think I was lucky. I got drastically sick quickly from the glucose tolerance test so I had incentive to do something to get well.
I was feeling perfectly okay Friday morning, and by Friday noon, I was a snarling, nasty person, blurred vision, headaches, horrible thirst, you name it. To this day, I feel badly for the people who did my mammogram in the afternoon, as they didn’t deserve me at all.