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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – |Or more to the point, the shits can lead to DKA in almost no time at all!!!! | |3 in the morning and I head for the bog with gut ache. BG an hour before |that… 5.1 | |9u’s of my usual brew expecting a few hours in me kip. Didn’t happen. 5 in |the morning still on the bog with chronic gut ache and an empty stomach. |Emptied at both ends I might add. Now I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. |Something’s not right, but being a bloke "Give it a minute and I’ll be |fine". Check BG. 13mmol/l. Insert needle and wallop in 10u’s of Humalog. |Still on bog at 8 in the morning and still doubled up with gut wrenching |cramps. Can’t drink anything, and I’m thirsty. BG now 17mmol/l. Insert |needle and add more Humalog. No effect. AT ALL. | |Still bleeding and still in agony. | |Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Don’t bother, I’ll be Ok in a |minute" Another thing that didn’t happen. | |10 in the morning and I’m knackered and hurting. And thirsty. VERY thirsty. |BG is now 20mmol/l and seems to be defying all efforts to come back down and |I’m still on the bog. I’m tired of sitting on a bog! | |Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Fuck off, I’m Ok". | |Wife calls doc after ignoring me:-)) | |Doc calls ambulance. Bee-Baw, Bee-baw. In they come and out I go. BG is now |TWENTY SEVEN and I’m not feeling particularly "Beav" like. Still not had a |drink and still CAN’T drink. Dehydrated. Lips dry as a bone, fingers even |drier, can’t focus, beginning to feel like shit. Doc at the hozzie digs an |artery for a sample (no piss to check, that’s all been done with:-) and at |the same time inserts fluid drip and IV insulin. | |Doc comes back 5 minutes later and announces that my ketone level is |"somewhat out of kilter" (As if I give a shit at this point) and that the |bout of DKA is the result of drying out. | |Potassium drip added. Later onto glucose drip too so I’ve got bags of all |kinds hanging around and attached to me and I couldn’t give a shit. (Well I |probably could, but it’d have been just the usual… blood) | |48 hours later and I feel like a new man (I imagine the missus does too!!:) |The doc says she’ll remove the drips and the insulin IV based on the fact |that I carry a meter at all times, have ALL my usual diabetic tranklements |and she’s got my records from the clinic. (I think those records spoke |volumes to her) She’s aware that the problem wasn’t from lack of checking my |diabetes anyway, or being less than vigilant. She said that there was no |chance of NOT going into DKA given the circumstance (not drinking to replace |the lost fluids in’t a good idea peeps!) Mind you, not being ABLE to drink |doesn’t help. Anyway, the drips were removed just before "lunch" time today, |so I had a bowl of veggie soup, a bread roll and 6u’s of Humalog. Doc came |and checked my BG at 2 this afternoon (5.1), re-checked for ketones (none) |and I was herded out the door. | |So not only did I survive the gut problem and the DKA, but I even survived |having feck knows how many units of Actrapid poured into a vein continuously |for 48 hours. I wonder what Micky Martin would think about that? | |Beav | Hi Beav Glad you’re back with us mate. Every so often one of you T1s post a story like that – and I stop moaning about the hassles of being T2. Get well quickly. Do they know what the initial trigger was? Cheers, Alan, T2 d&e, Australia. Remove weight and carbs to email. — Everything in Moderation – Except Laughter.

AN overwhelming desire to break wind i would guess Sorry … i just couldn’t help myself …. in fact i guess that’s what Beav said first too!

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Or more to the point, the shits can lead to DKA in almost no time at all!!!! 3 in the morning and I head for the bog with gut ache. BG an hour before that… 5.1 9u’s of my usual brew expecting a few hours in me kip. Didn’t happen. 5 in the morning still on the bog with chronic gut ache and an empty stomach. Emptied at both ends I might add. Now I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. Something’s not right, but being a bloke "Give it a minute and I’ll be fine". Check BG. 13mmol/l. Insert needle and wallop in 10u’s of Humalog. Still on bog at 8 in the morning and still doubled up with gut wrenching cramps. Can’t drink anything, and I’m thirsty. BG now 17mmol/l. Insert needle and add more Humalog. No effect. AT ALL. Still bleeding and still in agony. Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Don’t bother, I’ll be Ok in a minute" Another thing that didn’t happen. 10 in the morning and I’m knackered and hurting. And thirsty. VERY thirsty. BG is now 20mmol/l and seems to be defying all efforts to come back down and I’m still on the bog. I’m tired of sitting on a bog! Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Fuck off, I’m Ok". Wife calls doc after ignoring me:-)) Doc calls ambulance. Bee-Baw, Bee-baw. In they come and out I go. BG is now TWENTY SEVEN and I’m not feeling particularly "Beav" like. Still not had a drink and still CAN’T drink. Dehydrated. Lips dry as a bone, fingers even drier, can’t focus, beginning to feel like shit. Doc at the hozzie digs an artery for a sample (no piss to check, that’s all been done with:-) and at the same time inserts fluid drip and IV insulin. Doc comes back 5 minutes later and announces that my ketone level is "somewhat out of kilter" (As if I give a shit at this point) and that the bout of DKA is the result of drying out. Potassium drip added. Later onto glucose drip too so I’ve got bags of all kinds hanging around and attached to me and I couldn’t give a shit. (Well I probably could, but it’d have been just the usual… blood) 48 hours later and I feel like a new man (I imagine the missus does too!!:) The doc says she’ll remove the drips and the insulin IV based on the fact that I carry a meter at all times, have ALL my usual diabetic tranklements and she’s got my records from the clinic. (I think those records spoke volumes to her) She’s aware that the problem wasn’t from lack of checking my diabetes anyway, or being less than vigilant. She said that there was no chance of NOT going into DKA given the circumstance (not drinking to replace the lost fluids in’t a good idea peeps!) Mind you, not being ABLE to drink doesn’t help. Anyway, the drips were removed just before "lunch" time today, so I had a bowl of veggie soup, a bread roll and 6u’s of Humalog. Doc came and checked my BG at 2 this afternoon (5.1), re-checked for ketones (none) and I was herded out the door. So not only did I survive the gut problem and the DKA, but I even survived having feck knows how many units of Actrapid poured into a vein continuously for 48 hours. I wonder what Micky Martin would think about that? Beav

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oh Beav….. what a tale to tell i’ll make double sure on the ketones now….. i’d sorta figured i was immune to that by now…… and you have shown that i’m NOT when i’m sick glad you are well and on the mend and glad to see your sense of humor is still alive and well insulin into a vein did you say??????? bwha ha ha that was a silly discussion when it happened……. still brings a grin to my face kate — Join us in the Diabetic-Talk Chatroom on UnderNet /server irc.undernet.org — /join #Diabetic-Talk More info: http://www.diabetic-talk.org/ I have no medical qualifications beyond my own experience. Choose your advisers carefully, because experience can be an expensive teacher.

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Or more to the point, the shits can lead to DKA in almost no time at all!!!! 3 in the morning and I head for the bog with gut ache. BG an hour before that… 5.1 9u’s of my usual brew expecting a few hours in me kip. Didn’t happen. 5 in the morning still on the bog with chronic gut ache and an empty stomach. Emptied at both ends I might add. Now I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. Something’s not right, but being a bloke "Give it a minute and I’ll be fine". Check BG. 13mmol/l. Insert needle and wallop in 10u’s of Humalog. Still on bog at 8 in the morning and still doubled up with gut wrenching cramps. Can’t drink anything, and I’m thirsty. BG now 17mmol/l. Insert needle and add more Humalog. No effect. AT ALL. Still bleeding and still in agony. Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Don’t bother, I’ll be Ok in a minute" Another thing that didn’t happen. 10 in the morning and I’m knackered and hurting. And thirsty. VERY thirsty. BG is now 20mmol/l and seems to be defying all efforts to come back down and I’m still on the bog. I’m tired of sitting on a bog! Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Fuck off, I’m Ok". Wife calls doc after ignoring me:-)) Doc calls ambulance. Bee-Baw, Bee-baw. In they come and out I go. BG is now TWENTY SEVEN and I’m not feeling particularly "Beav" like. Still not had a drink and still CAN’T drink. Dehydrated. Lips dry as a bone, fingers even drier, can’t focus, beginning to feel like shit. Doc at the hozzie digs an artery for a sample (no piss to check, that’s all been done with:-) and at the same time inserts fluid drip and IV insulin. Doc comes back 5 minutes later and announces that my ketone level is "somewhat out of kilter" (As if I give a shit at this point) and that the bout of DKA is the result of drying out. Potassium drip added. Later onto glucose drip too so I’ve got bags of all kinds hanging around and attached to me and I couldn’t give a shit. (Well I probably could, but it’d have been just the usual… blood) 48 hours later and I feel like a new man (I imagine the missus does too!!:) The doc says she’ll remove the drips and the insulin IV based on the fact that I carry a meter at all times, have ALL my usual diabetic tranklements and she’s got my records from the clinic. (I think those records spoke volumes to her) She’s aware that the problem wasn’t from lack of checking my diabetes anyway, or being less than vigilant. She said that there was no chance of NOT going into DKA given the circumstance (not drinking to replace the lost fluids in’t a good idea peeps!) Mind you, not being ABLE to drink doesn’t help. Anyway, the drips were removed just before "lunch" time today, so I had a bowl of veggie soup, a bread roll and 6u’s of Humalog. Doc came and checked my BG at 2 this afternoon (5.1), re-checked for ketones (none) and I was herded out the door. So not only did I survive the gut problem and the DKA, but I even survived having feck knows how many units of Actrapid poured into a vein continuously for 48 hours. I wonder what Micky Martin would think about that? Beav

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Or more to the point, the shits can lead to DKA in almost no time at all!!!! 3 in the morning and I head for the bog with gut ache. BG an hour before that… 5.1 9u’s of my usual brew expecting a few hours in me kip. Didn’t happen. 5 in the morning still on the bog with chronic gut ache and an empty stomach. Emptied at both ends I might add. Now I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. Something’s not right, but being a bloke "Give it a minute and I’ll be fine". Check BG. 13mmol/l. Insert needle and wallop in 10u’s of Humalog. Still on bog at 8 in the morning and still doubled up with gut wrenching cramps. Can’t drink anything, and I’m thirsty. BG now 17mmol/l. Insert needle and add more Humalog. No effect. AT ALL. Still bleeding and still in agony. Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Don’t bother, I’ll be Ok in a minute" Another thing that didn’t happen. 10 in the morning and I’m knackered and hurting. And thirsty. VERY thirsty. BG is now 20mmol/l and seems to be defying all efforts to come back down and I’m still on the bog. I’m tired of sitting on a bog! Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Fuck off, I’m Ok". Wife calls doc after ignoring me:-)) Doc calls ambulance. Bee-Baw, Bee-baw. In they come and out I go. BG is now TWENTY SEVEN and I’m not feeling particularly "Beav" like. Still not had a drink and still CAN’T drink. Dehydrated. Lips dry as a bone, fingers even drier, can’t focus, beginning to feel like shit. Doc at the hozzie digs an artery for a sample (no piss to check, that’s all been done with:-) and at the same time inserts fluid drip and IV insulin. Doc comes back 5 minutes later and announces that my ketone level is "somewhat out of kilter" (As if I give a shit at this point) and that the bout of DKA is the result of drying out. Potassium drip added. Later onto glucose drip too so I’ve got bags of all kinds hanging around and attached to me and I couldn’t give a shit. (Well I probably could, but it’d have been just the usual… blood) 48 hours later and I feel like a new man (I imagine the missus does too!!:) The doc says she’ll remove the drips and the insulin IV based on the fact that I carry a meter at all times, have ALL my usual diabetic tranklements and she’s got my records from the clinic. (I think those records spoke volumes to her) She’s aware that the problem wasn’t from lack of checking my diabetes anyway, or being less than vigilant. She said that there was no chance of NOT going into DKA given the circumstance (not drinking to replace the lost fluids in’t a good idea peeps!) Mind you, not being ABLE to drink doesn’t help. Anyway, the drips were removed just before "lunch" time today, so I had a bowl of veggie soup, a bread roll and 6u’s of Humalog. Doc came and checked my BG at 2 this afternoon (5.1), re-checked for ketones (none) and I was herded out the door. So not only did I survive the gut problem and the DKA, but I even survived having feck knows how many units of Actrapid poured into a vein continuously for 48 hours. I wonder what Micky Martin would think about that? Beav

I’m glad i’m not big on empathy  :))) The shits is the one thing i fear for just that reason, it’s something i dreaded on insulatard .. Glad you’re ok matey, we don’t need to lose you just yet . Want me tosend some corks over to plug any holes? Patrick

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<snip Welcome back Beav, glad you are OK I’m still on the bog. I’m tired of sitting on a bog!

Laptop with a home wireless network can be very useful in this situation Phildo

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|Or more to the point, the shits can lead to DKA in almost no time at all!!!! | |3 in the morning and I head for the bog with gut ache. BG an hour before |that… 5.1 | |9u’s of my usual brew expecting a few hours in me kip. Didn’t happen. 5 in |the morning still on the bog with chronic gut ache and an empty stomach. |Emptied at both ends I might add. Now I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. |Something’s not right, but being a bloke "Give it a minute and I’ll be |fine". Check BG. 13mmol/l. Insert needle and wallop in 10u’s of Humalog. |Still on bog at 8 in the morning and still doubled up with gut wrenching |cramps. Can’t drink anything, and I’m thirsty. BG now 17mmol/l. Insert |needle and add more Humalog. No effect. AT ALL. | |Still bleeding and still in agony. | |Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Don’t bother, I’ll be Ok in a |minute" Another thing that didn’t happen. | |10 in the morning and I’m knackered and hurting. And thirsty. VERY thirsty. |BG is now 20mmol/l and seems to be defying all efforts to come back down and |I’m still on the bog. I’m tired of sitting on a bog! | |Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Fuck off, I’m Ok". | |Wife calls doc after ignoring me:-)) | |Doc calls ambulance. Bee-Baw, Bee-baw. In they come and out I go. BG is now |TWENTY SEVEN and I’m not feeling particularly "Beav" like. Still not had a |drink and still CAN’T drink. Dehydrated. Lips dry as a bone, fingers even |drier, can’t focus, beginning to feel like shit. Doc at the hozzie digs an |artery for a sample (no piss to check, that’s all been done with:-) and at |the same time inserts fluid drip and IV insulin. | |Doc comes back 5 minutes later and announces that my ketone level is |"somewhat out of kilter" (As if I give a shit at this point) and that the |bout of DKA is the result of drying out. | |Potassium drip added. Later onto glucose drip too so I’ve got bags of all |kinds hanging around and attached to me and I couldn’t give a shit. (Well I |probably could, but it’d have been just the usual… blood) | |48 hours later and I feel like a new man (I imagine the missus does too!!:) |The doc says she’ll remove the drips and the insulin IV based on the fact |that I carry a meter at all times, have ALL my usual diabetic tranklements |and she’s got my records from the clinic. (I think those records spoke |volumes to her) She’s aware that the problem wasn’t from lack of checking my |diabetes anyway, or being less than vigilant. She said that there was no |chance of NOT going into DKA given the circumstance (not drinking to replace |the lost fluids in’t a good idea peeps!) Mind you, not being ABLE to drink |doesn’t help. Anyway, the drips were removed just before "lunch" time today, |so I had a bowl of veggie soup, a bread roll and 6u’s of Humalog. Doc came |and checked my BG at 2 this afternoon (5.1), re-checked for ketones (none) |and I was herded out the door. | |So not only did I survive the gut problem and the DKA, but I even survived |having feck knows how many units of Actrapid poured into a vein continuously |for 48 hours. I wonder what Micky Martin would think about that? | |Beav | Hi Beav Glad you’re back with us mate. Every so often one of you T1s post a story like that – and I stop moaning about the hassles of being T2. Get well quickly. Do they know what the initial trigger was? Cheers, Alan, T2 d&e, Australia. Remove weight and carbs to email. — Everything in Moderation – Except Laughter.

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<snip Welcome back Beav, glad you are OK I’m still on the bog. I’m tired of sitting on a bog! Laptop with a home wireless network can be very useful in this situation

It would’ve split my concentration Phil. Crap or scarf for porn? No contest ) Beav

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Or more to the point, the shits can lead to DKA in almost no time at all!!!! 3 in the morning and I head for the bog with gut ache. BG an hour before that… 5.1 9u’s of my usual brew expecting a few hours in me kip. Didn’t happen. 5 in the morning still on the bog with chronic gut ache and an empty stomach. Emptied at both ends I might add. Now I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. Something’s not right, but being a bloke "Give it a minute and I’ll be fine". Check BG. 13mmol/l. Insert needle and wallop in 10u’s of Humalog. Still on bog at 8 in the morning and still doubled up with gut wrenching cramps. Can’t drink anything, and I’m thirsty. BG now 17mmol/l. Insert needle and add more Humalog. No effect. AT ALL. Still bleeding and still in agony. Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Don’t bother, I’ll be Ok in a minute" Another thing that didn’t happen. 10 in the morning and I’m knackered and hurting. And thirsty. VERY thirsty. BG is now 20mmol/l and seems to be defying all efforts to come back down and I’m still on the bog. I’m tired of sitting on a bog! Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Fuck off, I’m Ok". Wife calls doc after ignoring me:-)) Doc calls ambulance. Bee-Baw, Bee-baw. In they come and out I go. BG is now TWENTY SEVEN and I’m not feeling particularly "Beav" like. Still not had a drink and still CAN’T drink. Dehydrated. Lips dry as a bone, fingers even drier, can’t focus, beginning to feel like shit. Doc at the hozzie digs an artery for a sample (no piss to check, that’s all been done with:-) and at the same time inserts fluid drip and IV insulin. Doc comes back 5 minutes later and announces that my ketone level is "somewhat out of kilter" (As if I give a shit at this point) and that the bout of DKA is the result of drying out. Potassium drip added. Later onto glucose drip too so I’ve got bags of all kinds hanging around and attached to me and I couldn’t give a shit. (Well I probably could, but it’d have been just the usual… blood) 48 hours later and I feel like a new man (I imagine the missus does too!!:) The doc says she’ll remove the drips and the insulin IV based on the fact that I carry a meter at all times, have ALL my usual diabetic tranklements and she’s got my records from the clinic. (I think those records spoke volumes to her) She’s aware that the problem wasn’t from lack of checking my diabetes anyway, or being less than vigilant. She said that there was no chance of NOT going into DKA given the circumstance (not drinking to replace the lost fluids in’t a good idea peeps!) Mind you, not being ABLE to drink doesn’t help. Anyway, the drips were removed just before "lunch" time today, so I had a bowl of veggie soup, a bread roll and 6u’s of Humalog. Doc came and checked my BG at 2 this afternoon (5.1), re-checked for ketones (none) and I was herded out the door. So not only did I survive the gut problem and the DKA, but I even survived having feck knows how many units of Actrapid poured into a vein continuously for 48 hours. I wonder what Micky Martin would think about that? Beav

I am glad to know you are recovered. Sounds like me on Insulaturd – now you know why I was first to call it *Turd*. All the other GM insulins did the same to my poor – it felt like I was farting white-hot flames. As for double MM, who gives a shit – lol – anyway? Milo

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|Or more to the point, the shits can lead to DKA in almost no time at all!!!! Glad you’re back with us mate. Every so often one of you T1s post a story like that – and I stop moaning about the hassles of being T2.

Yeah! What he said. Scary!! Nicky. — A1c 10.5/5.7/<6  Weight 95/79/72Kg 1g Metformin, 75ug Thyroxine T2 DX 05/2004

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Glad you’re back with us mate. Every so often one of you T1s post a story like that – and I stop moaning about the hassles of being T2. Get well quickly. Do they know what the initial trigger was? Cheers, Alan, T2 d&e, Australia. Remove weight and carbs to email. — Everything in Moderation – Except Laughter. AN overwhelming desire to break wind i would guess

I desired NOT to last night, but it didn’t help. Spent most of the night farting and the rest of the night "checking" )) Sorry … i just couldn’t help myself …. in fact i guess that’s what Beav said first too!

Still saying it man:) Beav

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Or more to the point, the shits can lead to DKA in almost no time at all!!!! 3 in the morning and I head for the bog with gut ache. BG an hour before that… 5.1 9u’s of my usual brew expecting a few hours in me kip. Didn’t happen. 5 in the morning still on the bog with chronic gut ache and an empty stomach. Emptied at both ends I might add. Now I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. Something’s not right, but being a bloke "Give it a minute and I’ll be fine". Check BG. 13mmol/l. Insert needle and wallop in 10u’s of Humalog. Still on bog at 8 in the morning and still doubled up with gut wrenching cramps. Can’t drink anything, and I’m thirsty. BG now 17mmol/l. Insert needle and add more Humalog. No effect. AT ALL. Still bleeding and still in agony. Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Don’t bother, I’ll be Ok in a minute" Another thing that didn’t happen. 10 in the morning and I’m knackered and hurting. And thirsty. VERY thirsty. BG is now 20mmol/l and seems to be defying all efforts to come back down and I’m still on the bog. I’m tired of sitting on a bog! Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Fuck off, I’m Ok". Wife calls doc after ignoring me:-)) Doc calls ambulance. Bee-Baw, Bee-baw. In they come and out I go. BG is now TWENTY SEVEN and I’m not feeling particularly "Beav" like. Still not had a drink and still CAN’T drink. Dehydrated. Lips dry as a bone, fingers even drier, can’t focus, beginning to feel like shit. Doc at the hozzie digs an artery for a sample (no piss to check, that’s all been done with:-) and at the same time inserts fluid drip and IV insulin. Doc comes back 5 minutes later and announces that my ketone level is "somewhat out of kilter" (As if I give a shit at this point) and that the bout of DKA is the result of drying out. Potassium drip added. Later onto glucose drip too so I’ve got bags of all kinds hanging around and attached to me and I couldn’t give a shit. (Well I probably could, but it’d have been just the usual… blood) 48 hours later and I feel like a new man (I imagine the missus does too!!:) The doc says she’ll remove the drips and the insulin IV based on the fact that I carry a meter at all times, have ALL my usual diabetic tranklements and she’s got my records from the clinic. (I think those records spoke volumes to her) She’s aware that the problem wasn’t from lack of checking my diabetes anyway, or being less than vigilant. She said that there was no chance of NOT going into DKA given the circumstance (not drinking to replace the lost fluids in’t a good idea peeps!) Mind you, not being ABLE to drink doesn’t help. Anyway, the drips were removed just before "lunch" time today, so I had a bowl of veggie soup, a bread roll and 6u’s of Humalog. Doc came and checked my BG at 2 this afternoon (5.1), re-checked for ketones (none) and I was herded out the door. So not only did I survive the gut problem and the DKA, but I even survived having feck knows how many units of Actrapid poured into a vein continuously for 48 hours. I wonder what Micky Martin would think about that? Beav I am glad to know you are recovered. Sounds like me on Insulaturd – now you know why I was first to call it *Turd*. All the other GM insulins did the same to my poor – it felt like I was farting white-hot flames.

It felt like I was putting white hot flames out with petrol. Eruptable and flammable blood:-) As for double MM, who gives a shit – lol – anyway?

I just thought of him when they hooked up the insulin pump into my vein. I was almost laughing, but couldn’t, so I just grinned. The nurse doing the IV looked at me with a VERY wary eye:-)) Then I went to sleep quite happy. There’s something about leaving a nurse guessing that I quite like Beav

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|Or more to the point, the shits can lead to DKA in almost no time at all!!!! Glad you’re back with us mate. Every so often one of you T1s post a story like that – and I stop moaning about the hassles of being T2. Yeah! What he said. Scary!!

It’s a "heads up" for any diabetic that little tale Nicky. I’ve never had ANY sort of diabetic related problem (no comlications at all) and I keep a pretty good check on my levels, but when you’re body decides to rid itself of what it doesn’t like, it also rids itself of stuff it really needs and before you know it, you’re in the crap. This may sound "elitist", but if it can happen to me (or anyone who looks after themsleves to the extent most of us on the NG’s do), it can happen to ANYONE who’s diabetic. Remember, all of us here are acutely aware of our condition, but there a millions of diabetics who aren’t interested. Beav

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It’s a "heads up" for any diabetic that little tale Nicky. I’ve never had ANY sort of diabetic related problem (no comlications at all) and I keep a pretty good check on my levels, but when you’re body decides to rid itself of what it doesn’t like, it also rids itself of stuff it really needs and before you know it, you’re in the crap. This may sound "elitist", but if it can happen to me (or anyone who looks after themsleves to the extent most of us on the NG’s do), it can happen to ANYONE who’s diabetic. Remember, all of us here are acutely aware of our condition, but there a millions of diabetics who aren’t interested. Beav

yuppers……. i’m picking up ketodiastix today…… they are cheap enough that if they expire before i use them (they always do) then i can just buy some more….. first signs of 20’s with ketones in this sort of condition it’s off to the ER for me this one has my full attention Beav…… and like you, i often just say ‘oh, it’ll be ok give it a minute’ sigh kate

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – |Or more to the point, the shits can lead to DKA in almost no time at all!!!! | |3 in the morning and I head for the bog with gut ache. BG an hour before |that… 5.1 | |9u’s of my usual brew expecting a few hours in me kip. Didn’t happen. 5 in |the morning still on the bog with chronic gut ache and an empty stomach. |Emptied at both ends I might add. Now I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. |Something’s not right, but being a bloke "Give it a minute and I’ll be |fine". Check BG. 13mmol/l. Insert needle and wallop in 10u’s of Humalog. |Still on bog at 8 in the morning and still doubled up with gut wrenching |cramps. Can’t drink anything, and I’m thirsty. BG now 17mmol/l. Insert |needle and add more Humalog. No effect. AT ALL. | |Still bleeding and still in agony. | |Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Don’t bother, I’ll be Ok in a |minute" Another thing that didn’t happen. | |10 in the morning and I’m knackered and hurting. And thirsty. VERY thirsty. |BG is now 20mmol/l and seems to be defying all efforts to come back down and |I’m still on the bog. I’m tired of sitting on a bog! | |Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Fuck off, I’m Ok". | |Wife calls doc after ignoring me:-)) | |Doc calls ambulance. Bee-Baw, Bee-baw. In they come and out I go. BG is now |TWENTY SEVEN and I’m not feeling particularly "Beav" like. Still not had a |drink and still CAN’T drink. Dehydrated. Lips dry as a bone, fingers even |drier, can’t focus, beginning to feel like shit. Doc at the hozzie digs an |artery for a sample (no piss to check, that’s all been done with:-) and at |the same time inserts fluid drip and IV insulin. | |Doc comes back 5 minutes later and announces that my ketone level is |"somewhat out of kilter" (As if I give a shit at this point) and that the |bout of DKA is the result of drying out. | |Potassium drip added. Later onto glucose drip too so I’ve got bags of all |kinds hanging around and attached to me and I couldn’t give a shit. (Well I |probably could, but it’d have been just the usual… blood) | |48 hours later and I feel like a new man (I imagine the missus does too!!:) |The doc says she’ll remove the drips and the insulin IV based on the fact |that I carry a meter at all times, have ALL my usual diabetic tranklements |and she’s got my records from the clinic. (I think those records spoke |volumes to her) She’s aware that the problem wasn’t from lack of checking my |diabetes anyway, or being less than vigilant. She said that there was no |chance of NOT going into DKA given the circumstance (not drinking to replace |the lost fluids in’t a good idea peeps!) Mind you, not being ABLE to drink |doesn’t help. Anyway, the drips were removed just before "lunch" time today, |so I had a bowl of veggie soup, a bread roll and 6u’s of Humalog. Doc came |and checked my BG at 2 this afternoon (5.1), re-checked for ketones (none) |and I was herded out the door. | |So not only did I survive the gut problem and the DKA, but I even survived |having feck knows how many units of Actrapid poured into a vein continuously |for 48 hours. I wonder what Micky Martin would think about that? | |Beav | Hi Beav Glad you’re back with us mate. Every so often one of you T1s post a story like that – and I stop moaning about the hassles of being T2.

Funnily enough Al, one of the docs at the A&E assumed I was T2 because of my age at dx. I told him there was never any question about my type and to NOT treat this episode as if I was T2. That was while I was waiting for the ketone results. When they came back (within minutes) he said something along the lines of "Oh… right, you ARE T1", as if he didn’t want me to be!!  I wonder if he would’ve done the test like the other doctor did. Get well quickly. Do they know what the initial trigger was?

At first they considered food poisoning, then a virus/bug or something alien, but in the end they never came to a solid conclusion. A bit like my arse really, THAT never came to anything solid Personally, I don’t care what it was, now that it’s gone, so long as it doesn’t come back:-)) I binned all the food in the fridge though! Beav

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oh Beav….. what a tale to tell

Don’t I know Kate. i’ll make double sure on the ketones now….. i’d sorta figured i was immune to that by now…… and you have shown that i’m NOT when i’m sick

I spoke to the doc at length about it after I’d regained some sense of normaility (well… I did say "some":-) and she said that if I hadn’t been as bad as I was, she’d have been very surprised given the speed at which DKA can hit. glad you are well and on the mend

Aye, on the mend and bored stupid. Guts are still sore as hell (no surprises there then eh?:-) and there’s a feeling that if I go out, I’ll end up having a laugh and if I laugh I’ll cough and if I cough I’ll fart and if I fart… game over for a pair of knickers:-) so I’m stuck in the house. and glad to see your sense of humor is still alive and well insulin into a vein did you say??????? bwha ha ha that was a silly discussion when it happened……. still brings a grin to my face

Mine too. Mick would’ve died of fright if he’d seen the size of the insulin syringe. I’ve got a smaller rubbish bin behind the house:-)) Beav

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I’m real glad that Beavette knows when to ignore you! This place wouldn’t be the same without you. Maggie – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Or more to the point, the shits can lead to DKA in almost no time at all!!!! 3 in the morning and I head for the bog with gut ache. BG an hour before that… 5.1 9u’s of my usual brew expecting a few hours in me kip. Didn’t happen. 5 in the morning still on the bog with chronic gut ache and an empty stomach. Emptied at both ends I might add. Now I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. Something’s not right, but being a bloke "Give it a minute and I’ll be fine". Check BG. 13mmol/l. Insert needle and wallop in 10u’s of Humalog. Still on bog at 8 in the morning and still doubled up with gut wrenching cramps. Can’t drink anything, and I’m thirsty. BG now 17mmol/l. Insert needle and add more Humalog. No effect. AT ALL. Still bleeding and still in agony. Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Don’t bother, I’ll be Ok in a minute" Another thing that didn’t happen. 10 in the morning and I’m knackered and hurting. And thirsty. VERY thirsty. BG is now 20mmol/l and seems to be defying all efforts to come back down and I’m still on the bog. I’m tired of sitting on a bog! Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Fuck off, I’m Ok". Wife calls doc after ignoring me:-)) Doc calls ambulance. Bee-Baw, Bee-baw. In they come and out I go. BG is now TWENTY SEVEN and I’m not feeling particularly "Beav" like. Still not had a drink and still CAN’T drink. Dehydrated. Lips dry as a bone, fingers even drier, can’t focus, beginning to feel like shit. Doc at the hozzie digs an artery for a sample (no piss to check, that’s all been done with:-) and at the same time inserts fluid drip and IV insulin. Doc comes back 5 minutes later and announces that my ketone level is "somewhat out of kilter" (As if I give a shit at this point) and that the bout of DKA is the result of drying out. Potassium drip added. Later onto glucose drip too so I’ve got bags of all kinds hanging around and attached to me and I couldn’t give a shit. (Well I probably could, but it’d have been just the usual… blood) 48 hours later and I feel like a new man (I imagine the missus does too!!:) The doc says she’ll remove the drips and the insulin IV based on the fact that I carry a meter at all times, have ALL my usual diabetic tranklements and she’s got my records from the clinic. (I think those records spoke volumes to her) She’s aware that the problem wasn’t from lack of checking my diabetes anyway, or being less than vigilant. She said that there was no chance of NOT going into DKA given the circumstance (not drinking to replace the lost fluids in’t a good idea peeps!) Mind you, not being ABLE to drink doesn’t help. Anyway, the drips were removed just before "lunch" time today, so I had a bowl of veggie soup, a bread roll and 6u’s of Humalog. Doc came and checked my BG at 2 this afternoon (5.1), re-checked for ketones (none) and I was herded out the door. So not only did I survive the gut problem and the DKA, but I even survived having feck knows how many units of Actrapid poured into a vein continuously for 48 hours. I wonder what Micky Martin would think about that? Beav

– Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent. – RD Laing

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Glad you’re back with us mate. Every so often one of you T1s post a story like that – and I stop moaning about the hassles of being T2. Get well quickly. Do they know what the initial trigger was? Cheers, Alan, T2 d&e, Australia. Remove weight and carbs to email. — Everything in Moderation – Except Laughter. AN overwhelming desire to break wind i would guess I desired NOT to last night, but it didn’t help. Spent most of the night farting and the rest of the night "checking" )) Sorry … i just couldn’t help myself …. in fact i guess that’s what Beav said first too! Still saying it man:) Beav

good to have you back and i’m glad you’re ok with no lasting side effects, well apart from a need to replace a few burnt pairs of shreddies eh

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Or more to the point, the shits can lead to DKA in almost no time at all!!!! 3 in the morning and I head for the bog with gut ache. BG an hour before that… 5.1 9u’s of my usual brew expecting a few hours in me kip. Didn’t happen. 5 in the morning still on the bog with chronic gut ache and an empty stomach. Emptied at both ends I might add. Now I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. Something’s not right, but being a bloke "Give it a minute and I’ll be fine". Check BG. 13mmol/l. Insert needle and wallop in 10u’s of Humalog. Still on bog at 8 in the morning and still doubled up with gut wrenching cramps. Can’t drink anything, and I’m thirsty. BG now 17mmol/l. Insert needle and add more Humalog. No effect. AT ALL. Still bleeding and still in agony. Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Don’t bother, I’ll be Ok in a minute" Another thing that didn’t happen. 10 in the morning and I’m knackered and hurting. And thirsty. VERY thirsty. BG is now 20mmol/l and seems to be defying all efforts to come back down and I’m still on the bog. I’m tired of sitting on a bog! Wife says "I’m calling the doc". Beav says "Fuck off, I’m Ok". Wife calls doc after ignoring me:-)) Doc calls ambulance. Bee-Baw, Bee-baw. In they come and out I go. BG is now TWENTY SEVEN and I’m not feeling particularly "Beav" like. Still not had a drink and still CAN’T drink. Dehydrated. Lips dry as a bone, fingers even drier, can’t focus, beginning to feel like shit. Doc at the hozzie digs an artery for a sample (no piss to check, that’s all been done with:-) and at the same time inserts fluid drip and IV insulin. Doc comes back 5 minutes later and announces that my ketone level is "somewhat out of kilter" (As if I give a shit at this point) and that the bout of DKA is the result of drying out. Potassium drip added. Later onto glucose drip too so I’ve got bags of all kinds hanging around and attached to me and I couldn’t give a shit. (Well I probably could, but it’d have been just the usual… blood) 48 hours later and I feel like a new man (I imagine the missus does too!!:) The doc says she’ll remove the drips and the insulin IV based on the fact that I carry a meter at all times, have ALL my usual diabetic tranklements and she’s got my records from the clinic. (I think those records spoke volumes to her) She’s aware that the problem wasn’t from lack of checking my diabetes anyway, or being less than vigilant. She said that there was no chance of NOT going into DKA given the circumstance (not drinking to replace the lost fluids in’t a good idea peeps!) Mind you, not being ABLE to drink doesn’t help. Anyway, the drips were removed just before "lunch" time today, so I had a bowl of veggie soup, a bread roll and 6u’s of Humalog. Doc came and checked my BG at 2 this afternoon (5.1), re-checked for ketones (none) and I was herded out the door. So not only did I survive the gut problem and the DKA, but I even survived having feck knows how many units of Actrapid poured into a vein continuously for 48 hours. I wonder what Micky Martin would think about that? Beav

Glad to see you’re still with us. Now get loafing for a week and back to normal so you have some shit for beavette to kick out of you for scaring it out of her. VBH T2/UK/A1c 5.6/ 1000Met/Dx Oct-03

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A DKA page ( for Docs ? ) looks like Beav a medical team than ran pretty closely through these procedures. A worrying snippet – DKA is often recurrent ( 42% of sufferers ). But DKA is rarely fatal ( 3% ) – its the associated brain-swelling that’s a killer… http://www.fleshandbones.com/readingroom/pdf/412.pdf

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and glad to see your sense of humor is still alive and well insulin into a vein did you say??????? bwha ha ha that was a silly discussion when it happened……. still brings a grin to my face Mine too. Mick would’ve died of fright if he’d seen the size of the insulin syringe. I’ve got a smaller rubbish bin behind the house:-))

eewwwwwwwwww plonk! after 17 yrs i still have a morbid fear of needles…. IF someone else is using them!!! kate

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and glad to see your sense of humor is still alive and well insulin into a vein did you say??????? bwha ha ha that was a silly discussion when it happened……. still brings a grin to my face Mine too. Mick would’ve died of fright if he’d seen the size of the insulin syringe. I’ve got a smaller rubbish bin behind the house:-)) eewwwwwwwwww plonk! after 17 yrs i still have a morbid fear of needles…. IF someone else is using them!!!

I can live with the medico’s sticking needles into a vein for drawing blood or inserting IV’s, but I’ll tell you what Kate, I DON’T like them digging into an artery. First of all it’s harder to get TO the artery (they’re deeper underground apparently) and they’re made of hardier material than a vein so the needle has a harder time getting into ‘em. That means there’s a "bit of digging" to find the artery, then there’s a "bit of whinging" when they try breaking into it. After the 3rd attempt I said to the doc "One more chance and we’re done with it, I’ve had enough pain these last 12 hours to last me a while and I’m not having any more of this". My missus was sat alongside me almost fainting. Come to think of it, so was I (Not sat alongside me of course:-)) Beav

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I’m real glad that Beavette knows when to ignore you! This place wouldn’t be the same without you.

It’s funny you say that Maggie, coz that’s what I think too:-)) When I came out yesterday (Monday) I said to Beavette that I couldn’t understand why I told her to bugger off home and do "whatever Beavette’s do" while I was lying there. *I* wouldn’t have left her (as she didn’t leave me) even if she’d have yelled at me to, but being a bloke, I was thinking "There must be something better she can be doing, rather than sitting here while I drift in and out of reality". I wasn’t even SLIGHTLY worried about me (mind ewe, I wasn’t even slightly AWARE:-), and I couldn’t figure out why she was. She told me to feck off:-)) Beav

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I can live with the medico’s sticking needles into a vein for drawing blood or inserting IV’s, but I’ll tell you what Kate, I DON’T like them digging into an artery. First of all it’s harder to get TO the artery (they’re deeper underground apparently) and they’re made of hardier material than a vein so the needle has a harder time getting into ‘em. That means there’s a "bit of digging" to find the artery, then there’s a "bit of whinging" when they try breaking into it. After the 3rd attempt I said to the doc "One more chance and we’re done with it, I’ve had enough pain these last 12 hours to last me a while and I’m not having any more of this". My missus was sat alongside me almost fainting. Come to think of it, so was I (Not sat alongside me of course:-)) Beav

bloody hell….. why did they have to find an artery? oh man…. there goes my appetite for dinner kate

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – It’s a "heads up" for any diabetic that little tale Nicky. I’ve never had ANY sort of diabetic related problem (no comlications at all) and I keep a pretty good check on my levels, but when you’re body decides to rid itself of what it doesn’t like, it also rids itself of stuff it really needs and before you know it, you’re in the crap. This may sound "elitist", but if it can happen to me (or anyone who looks after themsleves to the extent most of us on the NG’s do), it can happen to ANYONE who’s diabetic. Remember, all of us here are acutely aware of our condition, but there a millions of diabetics who aren’t interested. Beav yuppers……. i’m picking up ketodiastix today…… they are cheap enough that if they expire before i use them (they always do) then i can just buy some more…..

I’ve never bothered with Ketostix Kate, but that’s because I’ve never had an out of control day like Friday. I knew I WAS getting bad, but I had no idea HOW bad. When I tasted pear-drops in the ambulance I did though! first signs of 20’s with ketones in this sort of condition it’s off to the ER for me

I’ll make damned sure I don’t get to that point again. 4 hours on the bog MAX in future:-))) this one has my full attention Beav…… and like you, i often just say ‘oh, it’ll be ok give it a minute’

And there I was thinking it was a bloke thing:-)))) sigh

Indeed….. Beav

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Glad you’re back with us mate. Every so often one of you T1s post a story like that – and I stop moaning about the hassles of being T2. Get well quickly. Do they know what the initial trigger was? Cheers, Alan, T2 d&e, Australia. Remove weight and carbs to email. — Everything in Moderation – Except Laughter. AN overwhelming desire to break wind i would guess I desired NOT to last night, but it didn’t help. Spent most of the night farting and the rest of the night "checking" )) Sorry … i just couldn’t help myself …. in fact i guess that’s what Beav said first too! Still saying it man:) Beav good to have you back and i’m glad you’re ok with no lasting side effects, well apart from a need to replace a few burnt pairs of shreddies eh

Not even a splash Pat, but close…. VERY close:-) Thankfully I can reach the sink while I’m sat on the throne:-) Beav

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