The short version of the story. For the last month and change I've been feeling like hell. Aches, pains, my vision got blurry after what I thought was a sinus infection. I've been drinking a LOT of fluids, and pissing clear. Cause and effect, you drink, you piss, no problems, right? What I didn't realize is that I was in a lot more trouble than I thought.
Fast forward to last week. I went to a clinic complaining about the sinus problems. They poked, prodded scraped (literally scraped my eardrum making me dizzy for 2 days) and bent me around, and the eventual diagnosis was "you need hard contact lenses." because my vision was blurry. This didn't fit the symptoms at all, so I went to another clinic 20 miles away for a second opinion on Friday.
And the Nantucket sleigh ride began.
I could go shot for shot here, but here's the end result. The diagnosis at the urgent care was Type 2 Diabetes. At the hospital it was Nonketotic Hyperglycinemia. My blood sugar level was 1500+, I pegged the scale on their instruments. I shouldn't have been walking, let alone able to drive there, let alone alert, let alone probably breathing. To put it bluntly, my blood was more like syrup than water because of the sugar content. When your blood sugar is that high, the body filters it in sort of an emergency process that pulls out a lot of water but usually leaves the sugars behind (my understanding of it, I may be wrong). I spent about 2 days in ICU with an insulin drip and bags (plural, VERY plural) of IV fluids and cups upon cups of water, horse pills of potassium and being told to "eat something" (as I really haven't eaten much since Feb.)
Apparently, in the words of one of the doctors on my case, (imagine this being yelled at you for effect) "Your blood has been HORRIBLE for the last 3 months!" (A1C test was less than good) This was the same doctor who bitched at me for drinking Mountain Dew. "Why can't you drink coffee like NORMAL people?!?" Lovely bedside manner, lemme tell ya.
They released me Monday night with a blood level of 170. I don't ever want to go through that again. And thing is, it felt like it came out of nowhere. I know the signs were there, I just ignored them until it almost killed me. Or, more correctly, I had no idea what the signs were until I was way off the ledge.
I've spent the last 4 days detoxing, for lack of a better way to put it, and I'm already seeing results. Literally, my eyes are clearing up. I can see things in better focus. My back and knees feel better (but 3 days off your feet can do that too.) I've got a ways to go, a long ways to go, but I have a path, I have a plan, and I'm going to be starting a road to recovery.
So as such, I don't think I can make a show in 24 hours here, even if I used every cheat in the book. I'll get one out next week, I should be up to it by then.