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My plane trip on July 4th was supposed to go to Denver but it took me straight to hell. Nauseous that morning, by the time we took off I felt just about to blow. Immediately went back to be close to the bathroom and hung out in the Flight Attendant’s area with them. Finally just went into the bathroom and made myself sick, then it happened three more times. Heck, when we physically landed I was leaning over the john in absolute misery just wishin’ I’d go ahead and die. It’s the only time the act of throwing up didn’t make me feel better, in fact the Captain came back after we landed and darn near carried me up to first class and laid me out. A half dozen fireman-types, a Continental rep and a paramedic came on board, started asking questions and whether I had diabetes kept coming up. He did a blood sugar and I was 191. From what I understand that’s high, but I’m not sure it’s a confirmation.
They ended up wheeling me off the plane and putting me on an ambulance to an Aurora hospital. The emergency room doctor there ran a bunch of tests and also said “Go get checked for diabetes.” Ugh, what an absolutely miserable day.
Haven’t done it yet. It’s not what I want to hear.
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I’m going to join the chorus here and tell you to get yourself tested. Clearly, something was seriously amiss with you. Your symptoms somewhat remind me of when my husband had pancreatitis - which can lead to diabetes. If you have a mild variant, or something brewing, find out NOW rather than when you spend a week or two in the ICU and/or wind up with Severe Organ Damage. (Pancreatitis that causes permanant damage to your pancreas will certainly make you a diabetic. Just ask my husband). Which isn’t to say you have that, either. The point is, you were really, really sick and really really need a doc to look you over and make sure it was either a transitory illness, or, if not, that your problem is treated properly.
Diabetic symptoms do not always lead to a diabetic diagnosis. I’ve had problems with skin infections all my life. My regular doctors come to accept that I am unlucky in this area, but when I go to a new one, or one who doesn’t know my history, they usually start dancing around going “ah-HA! - Skin infection! You are probably diabetic!” Add in my crappy vision (which has been crappy all my life) and that part of my feet are numb (from frostbite, not diabetes, dammit!) you can see the alarm bells going Ding! Ding! Ding! behind their eyeballs.
My fasting glucose is 105. And no, I am not chronically thirsty or chronically peeing. My husband spends all summer reminding me to drink because I just don’t get thirsty.
So I’ve gotten used to being hauled in for diabetic testing. Whether I need it or not.
That said, between my husband now being a diabetic and my own desire to live a long healthy life, we do our best to eat properly. Because it won’t hurt me, and because if I live long enough I might become diabetic because it could happen to just about anyone.
As far as loving foods “bad” for diabetics - my husband’s doctor is also of the “no foods completely forbidden” school of thought as long as you control portions. My husband has a sweet tooth. A certain ration of candy is written into his daily diet plan (along with the brown rice and lots of vegees, which fortunately he likes and has been eating for decades). His blood sugar stays around 90-110, and his blood work confirms it.