Wow, this is so odd to read so many stories that sound so much like my own situation.
I was diagnosed as a T1 Feb 2nd, 2013 (about 3-4 weeks ago, at the time of this posting), at age 25. I had the extreme thirst/urination thing for maybe 6 months. In the back of my head I knew what the problem was, but I was afraid to face it.
I got an ear infection, which set things in motion. I went to an urgent care facility thinking I was having an allergic reaction to some painkillers I had taken. Yea, it took them about 4 minutes to figure out I was in DKA, and they couldn't treat me. They called an ambulance (also known as the most expensive taxi service ever) to take me 3 miles up the hill to the hospital, which is something my wife could have done right then and there.
Anyway, upon being admitted my BS was about 480, and they kept me there for 3 days. I had 3 drips, all pumping in various concoctions of potassium and magnesium and such. This very well may have been the toughest month of my life. I haven't had any denial or anything… I crave the sweet things, and the pasta, but I know I need to get my BS down to a healthy level. They have me on 2x daily Novolin 70/30, which is about as potent to me as saline solution, but it's about the cheapest thing I can buy (since I am uninsured for now). Finding the right dose has been tough since this entire month I've had bilateral ear infections (you read that right!), followed by a cold. Glucose levels are all over the place.
The last several days, I've had this uncanny sense of optimism about everything. Everything will be okay. Maybe the syringes will stop bothering me so much (one can hope, right?). Maybe I'll get on the insurance plan I've applied for. I just have to hold on to this optimism for as long as I can.
