Around this time last year, I was feeling very unusual.
This started around the last weeks of December and with each passing day, I noticed that my eyesight is getting really bad that I’m unable to focus on screens in front of me.
I also noticed that my energy level dipped, I was feeling all worked up for no reason and attributed all these to my daily habit of working from 06:00 hrs to 23:00 hrs.
But this was about to change … for the worse.
Early February, I noticed that my liquid intake was increasing exponentially.
I went from 1 liter of water to 4-5 and that included orange juice, energy drinks and everything I could lay my hands on.
I have heard of diabetes and thought it is something that old people struggles with.
It never dawned on me that at my age and as young as I am, it is something that could explain these weird feelings and newly-acquired habits.
Anyway, I woke up one morning and realized that I really should go and see a doctor.
I don’t like hospitals, have never stayed in one for more than an hour my entire life and tend to do all I can to stay away from it.
I downed two bottles of Monster energy drinks and walked 930 meters to the nearest hospital.
When I got there, the doctor asked the nurses to take a sample of my pee and blood.
15 minutes later, he called me, told me that I have Type 2 diabetes but more test is needed to be sure, then asked the nurse to call a cab.
The cab was told to take me straight to a specialist hospital.
It was as if I was day-dreaming.
My glucose level was over 370 mg/dl.
When I got to the hospital, nurses were swarming all over me, prodding, taking samples and what-not.
I felt lost, confused and somehow, the whole thing playing in front of me looks so hilarious as if someone has written a very bad script.
3 hours later, 2 doctors came in and solemnly announced that given my situation, that I will be staying in the hospital for a while.
I asked for how long, I was told that the answer is not known at this time.
I used every trick I can think of to make them release me so I can go home.
They refused to budge.
I was assigned a room and for 6 days, a doctor and a nurse will come into my room at 07:00 hrs, run an array of tests, prick my fingers, draw some blood, analyze them and announce some numbers I don’t even know what they mean.
The ending part of it entails sticking some drugs or something into my left or right side of my stomach.
And then someone else will deliver my meal.
The same process is repeated in the evening.
On the third day, the doctor came in and we had a long chat.
It turned out that my daily habit of 3-4 energy drinks, hamburgers and pizza wasn’t the kind of meal plan anyone wishing to live longer than his great-great grand Dad should be sticking to.
I hardly have time to eat and when I do, it is whatever I see in the refrigerator and often this will be left-over pizza or bread.
I was released from the hospital, taught how to do the finger-pricking-blood-drawing-insulin-injection-to-the-stomach ritual and for the first time in my life, really realized that I’m mortal.
I have stopped insulin injections and have been placed on 2 tabs a day which I must admit I often forget to take.
I have tried to eat right (pretty difficult thing to do but somehow have been managing to pull that off once a day) and have started educating myself on everything about this condition.
Thus this website or blog.
I needed a place that I could follow all diabetes-related news, treatments, research, and developments in the field.
I could have kept this private but I think that my lack of knowledge or familiarity with this subject was what landed in that hospital.
The more people know about it, the more they will avoid lifestyles that may trigger this.
No one in my family has this and have never been a subject that anyone I know has ever brought up.
I hope that you will find something to take away from it as you visit each day.