Internally, I was always very healthy. Starting at about age 35(maybe earlier) I started to exhibit the classic symptoms of diabetes, but refused to believe it. My wife was always telling me I might be diabetic, but I always shooed her away with "that nonsense". At about age 44, on a whim...Or maybe to quiet her down some...I decided to get checked. I went in with about 14 hours of fasting behind me, and my glucose level was at 675. At this point in my life, I was out of shape and overweight, plus being in my mid 40's, they diagnosed me as type 2. At about 52, and nearly 10 years of struggling trying to keep my blood sugars down and failing most of the time, my present doctor decided to test me and found out I am actually a type 1 diabetic. Initially, my A1C was almost 14, and my sugar would often spike to 1100 and higher, to the point where I would pass out and stop breathing. I thought I developed an allergy to either peanuts or chocolate, because all this would happen after I ate ice cream with peanuts on it. When I was initially checked, the doctor was very blase about it, as if it was no big deal. I later have heard stories of people with lower BS levels being admitted to the hospital. My doctor gave me a prescription for Metformin, and told me to pick up a glucose monitor and test strips on the way home, and sent me on my way. It wasn't until almost 10 years of struggling that my present doctor decided to look deeper. The way my 1st doctors treated me and didn't seem to take this seriously, then I didn't either. Now I am realizing-like Veerle from The Netherlands-that this is a chronic disease and I need to take it more seriously. After being re-diagnosed, I was put onto a pump and am now doing much better. I still need to work a little harder, but I am getting there.

David
Negaunee, MI