I’ve always suspected the day would come when the diabetes diagnosis would come. My dad has diabetes, his brother and sister have it, his cousin(s) have it and pretty much everyone on that side of the family is at risk regardless of their health or lifestyle.
Everyone seems to get it in their 30s. I hit my 40th birthday back in December and I thought to myself that I dodged the bullet. Even with lipedema I exercised which as I’m finding out is super important for blood sugar and of course overall health. I also have been eating keto for almost a decade now despite not being able to use it to lose weight.
Via liposuction I was able to lose over 4o liters of fat before 40. This made me lighter, which my joints LOVE and of course has increased my activity because it doesn’t hurt. Before it was a chore, now it’s pleasure.
However, this all changed after my last liposuction procedure back in October (2018). I healed normally, which as always is absurdly quickly. The wounds were already healing together the day after surgery, no infections, it was all going perfect. The swelling started coming down towards the end of October and 1kg was lost. The next week another kilo. And another…
Until I had lost 11kg by the end of December.
You’d have thought I was over the moon with this loss post surgery. At first I was but by around kilo 6 lost little alarm bells started going off in my head. You see, with the other 7 surgeries I usually lost the number of kilos to match the liters of fat taken out more or less. So 7 liters taken out, 7kg lost (that’s about 14 pounds in freedom units). Losing 11kg with only 3 liters removed? Something wasn’t quite right.
And then there was the god awful thirst and dry mouth. In October and early November this didn’t worry me. I’d always been pretty thirsty after surgeries because the body is healing. Fluids had shifted. In other words, it all made sense.
The last week of December, in the states, I got a pretty nasty yeast infection. I’d been doing a lot of hiking in the desert where I grew up. It’s dry, I was wearing new exercise tights so I thought it just might be the environment. I had maybe 3 yeast infections prior to this so I literally could count them all on one hand. It wasn’t chronic.
Bottom line, every diabetes symptom I had could be explained by something else. But, like I said before, little alarm bells were going off. Since it runs in the family and I hadn’t had blood tests in 2 years I was going to make an appointment here in January to just get checked out.
Then I went blind. Well, not really blind but I went to bed just fine and the next morning I went to look at my phone and just saw white light. That’s when I kind of knew that lady luck had finally drawn my number.
I immediately arranged tests and had to go get a 3.50 euro pair of reading glasses so I could actually see.
When I got my blood test back my sugar was 18.9 mmol/L (almost 342 mg/dl) and my cholesterol was up. Awesome. Confirmed, diabetes.
Then I learned that adults can get type 1 (it’s called LADA or unofficially 1.5). I’m now waiting to get tested to confirm the type since I’ve read horror stories of misdiagnosis.
The good thing is I’ve been eating keto for years and am good with diet and exercise. The unknown is how this is going to play with the lipedema and lymphedema. Already the metformin is making my legs swell to the levels that they usually swell in the summer even though it’s pretty bloody cold outside.
So stay tuned for the diabetes adventures