Morning ladies.
Was thinking last night how much I've been though with my stupid Diabetes and how much I hate the condition. Then I thought writing everything down about it may help.
Before I start I am going to be adding photos of when I was in DKA Coma and I hope I don't upset anyone. I'm not looking for any sympathy at all I just want to show awareness of what being ill with diabetes and under educated does to you.
Also hope my story doesn't get to long

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It was Saturday 13th February 2010 and me and OH's family went over to his sisters house for tea. I felt 'off' all day and when it came to the meal that OH slaved over I didn't want it which caused a huge argument with SIL. Saying I was selfish but I just didn't feel well and also didn't have the energy. I felt bad for not even having the meal. They left me in the living room all night whilst they had the meal. I fell asleep and was woken when we was going home. Once back at OH's parents house. I went straight to bed. I must add I was on Novomix at the time 2 injections a day morning/breakfast and evening/meal. I didn't have the insulin. So was only 'living' off 30 units since 9am that morning.
It was about 11.30 when it all started with the toilet trips. OH was out cold; I was tossing and turning and thought it was a bug, I was going for a wee well trying to squeeze one out whilst downing water like no tomorrow then I'd be sick and just bring the water back up and then bile. This carried on till about 4.30am when I woke OH up due to the stomach pains I was getting and I knew something was wrong. Throughout all the time I was awake I didn't test my blood

I know I should have done.
After OH phoned for a taxi and got changed I was still being sick and just felt so horrid. We got to the local hospital and checked in at A&E. With it being a Sunday early morning noone was waiting and a nurse came for us straight away. She asked for a urine sample and OH did most of the talking; from me being ill the night before and what insulin I'd taken. When I came back from the toilet and she tested my urine I was sick again everywhere and I remember just saying sorry. The nurse tested my urine and then next thing man handled me onto the bed and another nurse ran me down on the trolley to the main A&E ward. It was all a bit of a daze at that point.
OH was with me at all times. I was put on a drip and bloods were taken and OH said I was being horrid and fighting the needles off. Can't remember! Then I was on the assessment ward this was about 7am. I was feeling okayish at this point. Then OH noticed that the Sliding Scale that I was on kept bleeping and the nurses just pressed the buttons. At around 10am my parents came to see me and OH asked the nurse to look at the drip again because I was on a 60ML drip but the drip wasn't going down at all and the cog was still on 60ML since 7am. The nurse didn't do anything. (it turned out that when I went in at 5am and the drip was put up at 5.30 I hadn't been getting any insulin from it).
At around 10.30 I was feeling really tired and I woke up and shouted out to OH to phone my manager to tell her I wouldn't be in work the next day; because I was on an early I'd need to open up. She was horrid to him and OH said he wasn't speaking to her again! My mum phoned her up about an hour later telling her what was going on and she was still off with her! So she just left it.
Then around 1.30 I'd been transferred to the Critical Care Unit CCU (Intensive Care). All I remember from it is having this horrid 'buzz light year' like yellow helmet over my head filling me with oxygen and I kept trying pulling it off then a doctor was next to me and I kept saying to them 'Just put me to sleep'. That's the last thing I remember till 8 days later when I was being woken up from the Medically Induced Coma they put me in and trying to put the ventilator tube out of me.
My mum and dad where there when I woke up and I cried because OH wasn't there. He'd sat every day for about 16 hours a day when I was in the coma and the day they wake up for it he wasn't there. He regrets it now he was running late. I couldn't really talk and didn't want to move with all the tubes round me. When I was in the coma the Doctors and Consultants told my parents to take photos for 'if' I woke up it'd scare me. Which was a little harsh! They did take photos and in a way I'm glad becuase I use them to warn others and also promote DKA of the dangers
When to doctors where on their rounds one said 'I was very lucky to be here. Diabetes is a serious condition. Hope you've learnt your lesson lady'. My mum stood up and shouted at him and said 'Haven't you told her she has pneumonia in both lungs and the nurses said that was the main reason she was so ill?'. The doctors just walked off and one of the nurses from the station came to hug my mum.
That was the honest reason for the DKA. The nurse did say lack of insulin didn't help but she had been reading my hospital notes from when I got diagnosed with Diabetes in March 2009 and the lack of education I had received linked to my lack of knowledge for the condition.
OH came a few hours later and cried so much that I was awake. The first thing he said was 'look at all the blood birthday cards let alone the get well cards you've got to open gorgeous!'. Pointing to my table and the pile of cards filled it. My mum and dad left for a few hours for food and let OH see me. He helped me open all my cards, I was crying my eyes out. I opened then alternatively a birthday then get well card. By time I'd finished I had 60 cards piled up! Ooops!
Whilst I was opening the cards I had this horrid pain in my right side. It was a shooting pain I told the nurse and I couldn't left my arm past my breast. She got a doctor to look at it but the pain was horrid. I though deep down it was a blood clot. He sent me for an emergency CAT scan. They put a ventflone in my foot and when they put the dye in me OMG it killed. I was sent back to CCU and the results came back stright away. OH and my parents were round my bed when the doctor came and said I had a Blood Clot Pulmonary Embolism in my lung. This was due to me being led down and my body being so immobile for a long time.
I stayed on CCU and moved into a private room for the next 3 weeks which was very boring. I had all my drips taken off and the feeding tube taken out and I was put on nasal cannula because I hated the face mask it kept falling off!!! I had physo ever day with my pink walking frame I was given! My walking got better every day but I was so tired after just three steps I'd sleep all day!
After 3 weeks on CCU I was sent to a ward for another week just for the to monitor my blood clot. I was given tinzaparin every day at the same time and I dreaded it every time. When I was on the ward I got a lot more visitors. I didn't want people seeing the CCU ward at all all the horrid cases. I hated walking round the ward when I was doing my physo.
I was off work for 5 months after coming out of hospital. Due to the blood clot and being so weak. I weighed 8 and half stone before I went in in February and when I came out at the end of March I weighed 6st 4! The weight soon piled back on when I was home. Due to bordom ooops! Whilst off I was seeing the diabetic team every week and then I was put on the DAFNE in April. I shared my story with the other DAFNE candidates and the Diabetic team. They were all shocked that I was actually sat within the same room as then and feeling miles better.
The Diabetic Team changed my insulin and I was on Novorapid every meals and Levamir in the morning and bed. Which helped a lot but 8 injections a day got me down. Then in May this year at 8 weeks pregnant I was given an Insulin Pump and it's the best thing that could have happened to help my diabetes. My bloods aren't perfect but my last hba1c was 8.5%. Before being pregnant it was 10%. So it's getting there.
Hope my story hasn't upset anyone I just wanted to get my story off my chest. P.s. I don't know how to set the picture as a 'spoiler' so don't how to hide it sorry if it comes up big etc
