Every cloud...

You know, I'm a few weeks into it now and I must say that a Type 1 diagnosis isn't all bad. Sure, it's a serious condition and can lead to major complications, particularly if undiagnosed or not managed properly and of course it's also a life-long condition and a way of living from which there's no respite. However, there's another side to the equation. For a start, many of the complications associated with Diabetes are common problems that are also experienced by a great number of people who have never been diagnosed with the condition. On top of this is the fact that the chances of these complications arising are greatly reduced when one is sensible and takes all the necessary steps to manage the condition properly.

But what I think is most positive about a diagnosis of Type 1 Diabetes is the fact that it is a life-altering event from which there is no return. A bit of a paradox really.

Before I received my diagnosis I wasn't exceptionally unhealthy but I was at a stage in life where I was on the verge of an unhealthy middle age and subsequent old age, with a high risk of developing any one or more of a variety of conditions such as heart disease, blood pressure, cancer or, ironically, type 2 diabetes. I was a non-smoking, moderate drinking 39 year old but my lifestyle was in need of change. My diet, while not the stuff of your typical 'You Are What You Eat' candidate, was in need of improvement and exercise was something that had barely even made it on to my bucket list! My daily routine also left a bit to be desired. Skipped meals, eating on the hop, dinner often at an unearthly hour and frequently from a Dr Oetker frozen pizza box. Too much coffee, too little water and five a day was an aspiration rather than a reality.

Diagnosis diabetes however and all's changed, changed utterly. You could say I've diabetes has set me off on my own personal Operation Transformation!

I've become a proud MAMIL (middle aged man in Lycra), the hi-vis running shirt, ball-hugging pants and gel-soled trainers forming part of my daily wardrobe. My routine has become almost regimental, if a little predictable at times. Oatmeal, fruit and wholemeal bread are my new best breakfast buddies. Meals aren't skipped, I don't eat while rushing to the next destination and the frozen pizzas remain, well, frozen. I still have a somewhat unhealthy relationship with coffee but I'm also enjoying a passionate affair with my mistress water, one that sees us get together on up to six or seven occasions a day! A loss of around 10lbs has seen my fledgling middle-aged spread replaced by leaner, slightly meaner machine!

So while my diagnosis of Type 1 diabetes has resulted in my being a bit more susceptible to certain conditions, it has also put me firmly on the track to good health and will ultimately mean that I am less at risk of developing a raft of other serious conditions.

I'll settle for that.

Getting on with it...2

In my last post I brought you to the point of diagnosis, overlooking to mention that my diagnosis was of Type1 diabetes. Though I was aware of there being two types of diabetes I was not awfully familiar with many of the differing characteristics associated with the conditions. I'll come to differentiating between the two conditions in a later post, but for now I'll settle for telling you that when the young whippersnapper of a doctor mentioned the words 'type one' I knew enough to be able to convey an appropriate level of shock and fear. The fact that I was instructed to immediately make my way to the local hospital probably added a sense of urgency to the situation.
I found myself in A&E for the first couple of hours after which I was transferred to a ward. I spent the subsequent four days in hospital, during which I was shown the ropes. I met with my consultant & dietician and was assigned a specialist nurse with whom I'll be liaising on a regular basis.
We're all too familiar with tales of horror associated with the Irish health system, but my own personal experience of the system has been wholly positive thus far. I was fortunate in that it seemed a little quiet in the hospital during those days so there wasn't a whole lot of pressure to get me out of there and free up a bed. So far I've had good follow up with regular email and face to face consultations with my specialist nurse who, by the way, has been excellent and exemplifies all that is positive about our medical and health practitioners here in Ireland; dedication, expertise, professionalism and care.
While I've spoken to others who were discharged within hours of being diagnosed, with follow up taking place on an outpatient basis, I'm personally pleased that I had those few days in the hospital. It gave me the opportunity to get my head around the initial diagnosis and to develop a routine without having the anxiety of having the added anxiety of going it alone immediately.

Getting on with it...

So it’s just over a month now since my diagnosis. In yet another twist of politically correct folly, I’m apparently not ‘diabetic’, rather a ‘Person With Diabetes’ (PWD). That it matters not a jot doesn’t appear to bother those who become quite exercised at having to point out that “actually it’s ‘person with diabetes’ nowadays. The ignomy of not seeing beyond one’s condition!

So I think I’ll go with ‘guy with diabetes’. It’s got a bit of a ring to it, don’t you think? GWD. Yep, I’ll take that for now.

How was I diagnosed? Well it’s pretty straightforward really. None of the classic weight loss and fatigue in my case, though I did develop that thirst that’s oft spoken about.

Basically I started going to the toilet…going back to the toilet…and then some. At first I’m thinking kidney infection. Let it slide for the moment and see what happens. Then I’m feeling a bit dehydrated and I’m thinking that all that passing urine from my kidney infection has me dehydrated. I’m sipping on water and find that I’ve a bit of a craving for chilled yogurt. Passing water?..a slightly odd craving?…I couldn’t be, could i? nah, surely not…pregnant!!?? In hindsight the passing water and dehydration has become a bit of a chicken and egg conundrum; which came first? Either way I’m still thinking kidney infection.

However, after a day or two I’m getting a bit concerned. I’m not developing any other symptoms that one might associate with a kidney infection, or even with pregnancy for that matter! Now I’m beginning to suspect diabetes as the culprit. I’d heard (most likely on one of the many health related tv shows) of symptoms such as thirst and frequent urinating. Time to see the doc.

So at the surgery I’m greeted by a member of One Direction, or at least that’s who the rookie locum appeared like to me. Following a urine sample and a prick test (from which he deduced that I am indeed a prick!) the young fella asked me had I any thoughts myself about what the problem was. Eh, isn’t that what I pay you for?, I thought to myself. I told him that I feared it might be diabetes. His confirmation that my suspicions were well founded and that I needed to get myself to the local hospital ASAP left me in no doubt that this was quite serious.

A coupe of days in hospital saw my blood glucose levels stabilised and introduced me to the regime of monitoring and injecting, a regime which will continue for the rest of my life and from which there’ll be no respite; no holidays or bank holidays or lazy days. This is it from now on; 24/7, 365.

Join me as I keep you posted on my own personal journey with diabetes and as I explore the many facets of getting along with diabetes. I hope this will be of interest to those both with diabetes and those without. Talk soon