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I’m finally catching up with the newsgroups after a busy week away, then a week at work catching up with work stuff. Finally saw the podiatrist, 7 1/2 months after dx, and she confirmed that I’ve got "some neuropathy" in my tootsies. This was not a surprise; since getting and keeping my BGs under some reasonable control, I’ve been getting pins and needles, tingles, vaguely "mild electric shock" feelings in my toes, so I half-way expected this. Rather disappointing, since I’d hoped that dx was early enough to have missed out on this sort of thing. Oh, well, nobody ever said it would be easy. Now I’m hoping that dx happened early enough that this will reverse itself as I keep the BGs down. Then went off for 10 days of R&R, which included: A pig roast. A friend of ours holds a sort of "open house", although it’s really more an "open orchard": he owns a lovely farm with an apple orchard, and most years he holds a kind of open-air party, roasting a pig, and people bring salads and such, and there’s beer and home-made scrumpy [seriously head-ache making the next day, and lots of music and convivial company. A terrific time in a very beautiful part of England [Vale of Evesham], some lovely walks, great fun. Then the boyfriend and I headed for Abergele, in north Wales, and found a wonderful campsite, very laid-back and comfortable. [My idea of "roughing it" includes air mattresses and hot showers.] We had a lovely day out in Llandudno, a seaside resort town that is probably horrible in tourist season, but was great just before the schools let out for the summer hols. We were joined by my ex-nephew [ex-husband's nephew, who I keep threatening to adopt], who had gotten his driving licence two weeks earlier, and wanted to come up to Glasgow. So we formed a convoy of two cars and led him up the motorway. He did very well, in spite of having only driven in north Wales previously, and was only "moderately terrified" by the drive north. Then, on the Wednesday, Alan [the boyfriend] and I tied the knot, after a casual affair of 7 years standing. It was a lovely occasion, with his sister and my ex-nephew as the witnesses, and a nice meal afterwards, and more booze than was sensible. After the ceremony, we lead Huw [the nephew] out of Glasgow, and sent hinm on his way back to Wales, then headed off to Aberfeldy, where there’s a lovely nature trail through the "Birks of Aberfeldy" [of song fame, courtesy, I think, of Rabbie Burns]. Absolutely beautiful. And it probably wouldn’t have happened without the DM diagnosis, which made me re-assess an awful lot of my life [and made the bf re-assess his]. I don’t know if it will work out well or not, but I’m more hopeful about the future now than I’ve been in a long time. So, overall, the good news well outweighs the bad news. Not bad for a 52-year-old, oberweight diabetic. Hoping others here are having a reasonably good time, and holding fast to hope, Maggie
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Hi Maggie Better late than never – I wish you both many congratulations and lots of happiness in your future! I’m relieving reception at work)
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I’m finally catching up with the newsgroups after a busy week away, then a week at work catching up with work stuff. Finally saw the podiatrist, 7 1/2 months after dx, and she confirmed that I’ve got "some neuropathy" in my tootsies. This was not a surprise; since getting and keeping my BGs under some reasonable control, I’ve been getting pins and needles, tingles, vaguely "mild electric shock" feelings in my toes, so I half-way expected this. Rather disappointing, since I’d hoped that dx was early enough to have missed out on this sort of thing. Oh, well, nobody ever said it would be easy. Now I’m hoping that dx happened early enough that this will reverse itself as I keep the BGs down. Then went off for 10 days of R&R, which included: A pig roast. A friend of ours holds a sort of "open house", although it’s really more an "open orchard": he owns a lovely farm with an apple orchard, and most years he holds a kind of open-air party, roasting a pig, and people bring salads and such, and there’s beer and home-made scrumpy [seriously head-ache making the next day, and lots of music and convivial company. A terrific time in a very beautiful part of England [Vale of Evesham], some lovely walks, great fun. Then the boyfriend and I headed for Abergele, in north Wales, and found a wonderful campsite, very laid-back and comfortable. [My idea of "roughing it" includes air mattresses and hot showers.] We had a lovely day out in Llandudno, a seaside resort town that is probably horrible in tourist season, but was great just before the schools let out for the summer hols. We were joined by my ex-nephew [ex-husband's nephew, who I keep threatening to adopt], who had gotten his driving licence two weeks earlier, and wanted to come up to Glasgow. So we formed a convoy of two cars and led him up the motorway. He did very well, in spite of having only driven in north Wales previously, and was only "moderately terrified" by the drive north. Then, on the Wednesday, Alan [the boyfriend] and I tied the knot, after a casual affair of 7 years standing. It was a lovely occasion, with his sister and my ex-nephew as the witnesses, and a nice meal afterwards, and more booze than was sensible. After the ceremony, we lead Huw [the nephew] out of Glasgow, and sent hinm on his way back to Wales, then headed off to Aberfeldy, where there’s a lovely nature trail through the "Birks of Aberfeldy" [of song fame, courtesy, I think, of Rabbie Burns]. Absolutely beautiful. And it probably wouldn’t have happened without the DM diagnosis, which made me re-assess an awful lot of my life [and made the bf re-assess his]. I don’t know if it will work out well or not, but I’m more hopeful about the future now than I’ve been in a long time. So, overall, the good news well outweighs the bad news. Not bad for a 52-year-old, oberweight diabetic. Hoping others here are having a reasonably good time, and holding fast to hope, Maggie
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Next time I see the quack I intend to ask about that. Maggie
You should also be able to get copies of all those tests; somewhere in there will be things like glucose and lipids at that time. Keep copies of all your lab reports. Cheers, Alan, T2 d&e, Australia. Remove weight and carbs to email. — Everything in Moderation – Except Laughter.
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – x-no-archive: yes Maggie….. one other thing…. the guidelines for a diagnosis of diabetes have been lowered in the past 2 yrs (or close to that i believe) so….. under the old guidelines you probably weren’t diabetic…… wonder what it was under the new guidelines? sigh When those guidelines were lowered the number of dxed in my little old town doubled from 1000 to 2049 in six months!! Milo
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Horribly late I know, but congratulations. You’ve gone at things the opposite way to me. Asked wifey-to-be to marry me about 5 days before my dx. She didn’t know what she was letting herself in for – heh! 12 weeks to go and she hasn’t found a way out of it. I guess if she ever wants to divorce me she might think about "defective goods" under consumer law, but tough – she’s stuck with knackered old me. VBH T2/UK/A1c 5.8/ 1000Met/Dx Oct-03
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I’m finally catching up with the newsgroups after a busy week away, then a week at work catching up with work stuff. Finally saw the podiatrist, 7 1/2 months after dx, and she confirmed that I’ve got "some neuropathy" in my tootsies. This was not a surprise; since getting and keeping my BGs under some reasonable control, I’ve been getting pins and needles, tingles, vaguely "mild electric shock" feelings in my toes, so I half-way expected this. Rather disappointing, since I’d hoped that dx was early enough to have missed out on this sort of thing. Oh, well, nobody ever said it would be easy. Now I’m hoping that dx happened early enough that this will reverse itself as I keep the BGs down. Then went off for 10 days of R&R, which included: A pig roast. A friend of ours holds a sort of "open house", although it’s really more an "open orchard": he owns a lovely farm with an apple orchard, and most years he holds a kind of open-air party, roasting a pig, and people bring salads and such, and there’s beer and home-made scrumpy [seriously head-ache making the next day, and lots of music and convivial company. A terrific time in a very beautiful part of England [Vale of Evesham], some lovely walks, great fun. Then the boyfriend and I headed for Abergele, in north Wales, and found a wonderful campsite, very laid-back and comfortable. [My idea of "roughing it" includes air mattresses and hot showers.] We had a lovely day out in Llandudno, a seaside resort town that is probably horrible in tourist season, but was great just before the schools let out for the summer hols. We were joined by my ex-nephew [ex-husband's nephew, who I keep threatening to adopt], who had gotten his driving licence two weeks earlier, and wanted to come up to Glasgow. So we formed a convoy of two cars and led him up the motorway. He did very well, in spite of having only driven in north Wales previously, and was only "moderately terrified" by the drive north. Then, on the Wednesday, Alan [the boyfriend] and I tied the knot, after a casual affair of 7 years standing. It was a lovely occasion, with his sister and my ex-nephew as the witnesses, and a nice meal afterwards, and more booze than was sensible. After the ceremony, we lead Huw [the nephew] out of Glasgow, and sent hinm on his way back to Wales, then headed off to Aberfeldy, where there’s a lovely nature trail through the "Birks of Aberfeldy" [of song fame, courtesy, I think, of Rabbie Burns]. Absolutely beautiful. And it probably wouldn’t have happened without the DM diagnosis, which made me re-assess an awful lot of my life [and made the bf re-assess his]. I don’t know if it will work out well or not, but I’m more hopeful about the future now than I’ve been in a long time. So, overall, the good news well outweighs the bad news. Not bad for a 52-year-old, oberweight diabetic. Hoping others here are having a reasonably good time, and holding fast to hope, Maggie
Hi Maggie It sounds like you had a wonderful time. Congratulations – to both of you. He even spells his name correctly
Gives a new slant to ‘the seven year itch". And I completely understand the re-evaluation; isn’t it strange that it sometimes takes something like diagnosis to start our lives in new and better directions. Congratulations again. Cheers, Alan, T2 d&e, Australia. Remove weight and carbs to email. — Everything in Moderation – Except Laughter.
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Maggie….. one other thing…. the guidelines for a diagnosis of diabetes have been lowered in the past 2 yrs (or close to that i believe) so….. under the old guidelines you probably weren’t diabetic…… wonder what it was under the new guidelines? sigh — Join us in the Diabetic-Talk Chatroom on UnderNet /server irc.undernet.org — /join #Diabetic-Talk More info: http://www.diabetic-talk.org/
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – x-no-archive: yes I’m finally catching up with the newsgroups after a busy week away, then a week at work catching up with work stuff. Finally saw the podiatrist, 7 1/2 months after dx, and she confirmed that I’ve got "some neuropathy" in my tootsies. This was not a surprise; since getting and keeping my BGs under some reasonable control, I’ve been getting pins and needles, tingles, vaguely "mild electric shock" feelings in my toes, so I half-way expected this. Rather disappointing, since I’d hoped that dx was early enough to have missed out on this sort of thing. Oh, well, nobody ever said it would be easy. Now I’m hoping that dx happened early enough that this will reverse itself as I keep the BGs down. Your dx might not have been so early as you hope if you already got neuropathy. Still, a word of warning, it sometimes appears to be getting worse before it gets better, so not to give up hope if it does seem worse. I thought it was an early dx because, about 3 1/2 or 4 years ago, when I was having real sleep problems, I got tested for diabetes, as well as a bunch of other things, before they figured out that I had sleep apnea. At that time, they told me I didn’t have diabetes [or thyroid or liver problems], and I can’t remember what-all else. Felt like a pin-cushion after all the blood tests. The diabetes dx was November ‘03. All I can figure is two possible scenarios: either the diabetes test 4 years ago showed me as what they like to call "borderline", not high enough that they considered it worth either treating me or telling me about it; or, after becoming diabetic in the meantime but before dx, at various times I ran BGs high enough and for long enough periods of time that damage started to happen. Next time I see the quack I intend to ask about that. Maggie — There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats. — Albert Schweitzer
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A pig roast. A friend of ours holds a sort of "open house", although it’s really more an "open orchard": he owns a lovely farm with an apple orchard, and most years he holds a kind of open-air party, roasting a pig, and people bring salads and such, and there’s beer and home-made scrumpy [seriously head-ache making the next day, and lots of music and convivial company. A terrific time in a very beautiful part of England [Vale of Evesham], some lovely walks, great fun. Ten miles up the road from me, you should have dropped in, as long as had brought some roast pig too
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – x-no-archive: yes I’m finally catching up with the newsgroups after a busy week away, then a week at work catching up with work stuff. Finally saw the podiatrist, 7 1/2 months after dx, and she confirmed that I’ve got "some neuropathy" in my tootsies. This was not a surprise; since getting and keeping my BGs under some reasonable control, I’ve been getting pins and needles, tingles, vaguely "mild electric shock" feelings in my toes, so I half-way expected this. Rather disappointing, since I’d hoped that dx was early enough to have missed out on this sort of thing. Oh, well, nobody ever said it would be easy. Now I’m hoping that dx happened early enough that this will reverse itself as I keep the BGs down. Your dx might not have been so early as you hope if you already got neuropathy. Still, a word of warning, it sometimes appears to be getting worse before it gets better, so not to give up hope if it does seem worse.
I thought it was an early dx because, about 3 1/2 or 4 years ago, when I was having real sleep problems, I got tested for diabetes, as well as a bunch of other things, before they figured out that I had sleep apnea. At that time, they told me I didn’t have diabetes [or thyroid or liver problems], and I can’t remember what-all else. Felt like a pin-cushion after all the blood tests. The diabetes dx was November ‘03. All I can figure is two possible scenarios: either the diabetes test 4 years ago showed me as what they like to call "borderline", not high enough that they considered it worth either treating me or telling me about it; or, after becoming diabetic in the meantime but before dx, at various times I ran BGs high enough and for long enough periods of time that damage started to happen. Next time I see the quack I intend to ask about that. Maggie — There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats. — Albert Schweitzer
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A pig roast. A friend of ours holds a sort of "open house", although it’s really more an "open orchard": he owns a lovely farm with an apple orchard, and most years he holds a kind of open-air party, roasting a pig, and people bring salads and such, and there’s beer and home-made scrumpy [seriously head-ache making the next day, and lots of music and convivial company. A terrific time in a very beautiful part of England [Vale of Evesham], some lovely walks, great fun.
Ten miles up the road from me, you should have dropped in, as long as had brought some roast pig too
Then, on the Wednesday, Alan [the boyfriend] and I tied the knot, after a casual affair of 7 years standing. It was a lovely occasion, with his sister and my ex-nephew as the witnesses, and a nice meal afterwards, and more booze than was sensible.
Congratulations to you both. I can’t remember last week, was the weather kind to you on the big day? Nigel T2 D&E
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Congratulations to the both of you
— Patrick / Fester Type 1 Diabetic. Dx’d 1993. On 26u Lantus and whatever Novorapid my meter says i need.
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