As a child, already, I was constantly thirsty and could “eat a garden tap ailive.” Also, the soles of my feet regularly burned as if the fires of hell were unleashed there.
49 Years later, I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes although a radiologist friend from Benghazi was convinced that I was diabetic. My physique, according to him, was a dead giveaway.
Meanwhile, over more than thirty years, so many doctors thought that I had “depression.” Well, I am not depressed, neither am I bipolar or anything. Just google the full list of symptoms of Type 2 Diabetes and see how it could appear to be “mental illness.”
My legalised drug dealer (pharmasist) stared at a prescription in sheer horror and asked why Nuzac was on the list. He point blank refused to give it to me. I must say, because of certain issues, I went to see psychologists and psyciatrists a number of times. One even evaluated me full-time for a week, another team of five hired by my employer found nothing wrong and referred me back to my consultant, her being a top oncologist. She was assisted by an esteemed internist with a special interest in endicrinology. Even they missed it altigether but a nursing sister, who wasn’t allowed to perform the full tests unless instructed by a doctor, told me that she suspected diabetes as far back as 1997. I was diagnosed well over a decade later and after having been seen by another twenty or more doctors.
They all missed it.
My pharmasist, who knows me well, told me that he couldn’t diagnose legally but I was the opposite of owning a depression label. When I ended up in ER, a very young doctor saw what was amiss and told me that I was diabetic and probably have been for many years.
A blood glucose test is rather inconclusive.
I was diagnosed with various auto-immune diseases among which is an intolerance for gluten. My former diet of thick oats porridge and pasta had taken a turn. Even my body balks when trying to eat certain types of bread. Yeast intolerance is also present and I cannot even drink alcohol-free beer. I become dead sick.
Lately, I started reading up a bit as I have noticed that even minute helpings of pasta results in hell fire burning my feet within the hour, despite me taking Tegretol at night. Peripheral neuropathy is becoming a serious problem.
Some qualifiied dieticians and doctors are of the opinion that a combination of gluten intolerance, type 2 and pasta can lead to inflammation. I would love to hear about research being done on this.
I have seen in practice that a #LCHF being Low Carb, Healthy Fat diet goes a long way in reducing diabetes symptoms. On another day, I will share my own awethentiq experience on that.
For now, I invite readers with Type 2 Diabetes and gluten intolerance how eating pasta affects them, if at all.