My darling husband spent hours at our local Emergency Department today, hooked up to a saline drip and being injected with insulin. His blood glucose level (BGL) was scarily high, yet he’s never been diagnosed with high blood sugar by his GP (whom I will on Monday be asking several pointed questions of regarding whether he has or perhaps has not been monitoring mr tog’s BGL adequately over the last few years of regular check-ups for elevated blood pressure).
He does have a viral gastroenteritis infection (he’s been ill for a week) which can stress the system and cause a sudden upswing in BGL, and his BGL did drop rapidly in response to rehydration and the insulin, so perhaps his base level of BGL will end up being not in the diabetic range once he’s over this infection, but I’ve got a lot of stuff to look into regarding diabetes management. Blogging on other matters will be a bit light on from me for a while. Expect more escapist stuff, probably.
The irony is that until he took sick he was feeling great after joining the gym and a month’s worth of workouts. He’d lost weight and gained fitness already, and this week will probably reverse all those fitness improvements. Bugger.