#how to test for diabetes

[lesbiangiratina]

Damn. The disorder really can be obsessive and compulsive.

[swagging-back-to]

lying to a kid about if theyre adopted should be classified as abuse and no j am not joking

[autistickremylecroux]

sorry i havent been posting any fics i got hit with the autistic burnout bc school stress and hyperfixations mofed me away from fics rn

also,side rant: i got given regular coke at a fast food again after asking specifically for come zero

its not even me being picky…regular coke makes me really woozy and almost makes me pss oht and het rt bad headaches

uh tldr just pay attemtion when someone asks for a specific thing bc you dk sjjt abt their life

[shortansweet]

The way I can properly understand body check up reports after this sem is ✨

[transsexualbear]

at what point of constant illness do we call ourself chronically ill? at what point of regular, enduring pain do we say we have chronic pain? at what point of having seizures, passing out, being unable to stay awake, do we label ourself disabled?

at what point do we get to rest because we could really use a break.

[dogbunni]

I have been on semi-haitus bc I recently got diagnosed with hypertension (at 24!!!! what da fuck!) so I've been trying to reduce some stress in my life while also trying to like figure out what I need to change diet/lifestyle wise and get all the testing done that I need to get done and figure out medication w my Dr. it's been kind of a lot

[mooifyourecows]

Been feeling pins and needles in my fingers recently. I swear to god if I have carpal tunnel I'm gonna be so peeved

That being said if I have diabetes I'm gonna be even MORE peeved

[diabetesreversalprograminindia]

Type-2 Diabetes: Symptoms and causes

This article is originally published on Freedom from Diabetes website, available here. In this huge population 95% peoples are suffering form the diabetes. In Type 2 diabetes mellitus, our body either doesn’t make enough amount of insulin, or the body’s cells don’t respond normally to the produced insulin.

Causes of Type 2 Diabetes

Insulin resistance is the main cause of type 2 diabetes. The body’s cells do not allow insulin to work the way it should by letting glucose into its cells. The cells become resistant to insulin. As a result, there is a rise in blood glucose levels. Now lets understand the symptoms of Type-2 diabetes.

Symptoms of Type 2 Diabetes

Polyuria (frequent urination)

Polydipsia (excessive thirst)

Polyphagia (frequent hunger)

Weakness

Feeling tired

Blurred vision.

Numbness or tingling in the hands or feet (Neuropathy).

Slow-healing wounds or cuts.

Unexplained/unplanned weight loss.

Frequent infections.

Dryness of mouth.

There are chances that you may not have any symptoms of type 2 diabetes at all as this develops slowly over several years. An interesting fact is 50% of diabetics have no warning signs of diabetes. So be aware about this symptoms.

You have to know about, If blood glucose levels are not controlled in time, it lead to damage your body’s tissues and organs seriously.Some type 2 diabetes complications can be life-threatening over time too. So conuslt with your doctor accordingly.

To know more about the risk factors of type-2 diabetes, please visit our Article. Also please connect with me on my Website, Facebook page, and YouTube if you want to stay in touch or give me any feedback!

[diabetes-health-corner]

Type 2 Diabetes: Symptoms, Causes and treatment - FFD

In type 2 diabetes mellitus, our body either doesn’t make enough amount of insulin, or the body’s cells don’t respond normally to the produced insulin. This is the type of diabetes that is found in up to 95% of people suffering from diabetes. This type usually occurs in middle-aged and older people but now even very young people are getting it.

Read more to know Symptoms, Causes and treatment: https://www.freedomfromdiabetes.org/blog/post/Type-2-diabetes-symptoms-causes-and-treatment-ffd/2798

[pisswizrd]

wild dogs, fresh wounds and old scars

[actofit]

How to Prevent Diabetes 

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[suitelifeofzackandmody]

guess who has a blood test tomorrow and is terrified of needles?!

✨ this bitch ✨

the finger pokes don't faze me anymore at all but the big pokes....and they can never find a vein either and it bruises so bad. the phlebotomist last time just kept asking me to confirm who i was, when it was and if i was okay. i think she thought i was gonna pass out. ngl i kinda felt like it but i thought i was keeping it together lol

this is my like fourth or fifth blood test this year too even though my a1c, fasting bg, cholesterol, triglycerides etc are all good. idk what my doctor's looking for but i hope he finds it this time bc i am not doing this shit again until next year.

but i am going to be so so brave and then im going to drive to the new panera that's opening across the street from my college and get a wheat bagel with avocado spread and a free sip club membership promo (if i can be in the first 100 people) so i can get a hazelnut coffe and do homework in there when its cold between classes 🥹

[werewolf4vampire]

finally having an appt with my pcp today regarding my urgent care trip and shit and i'm sooo anxious like i'm literally gonna throw up. I've felt like this every day for the past week btw

[spacefuneral]

not to keep publicly talking about my mental health but my night sweating is so bad that i now have to change clothes when i get up because what i wear to bed gets so wet that it sticks to my skin. also, i smell like vinegar. i am in Hell.

[luveline]

Hotch request! Please sir, can I have a Hotch request? I'm trying to follow what you said about comfort but also Hotch being angry. So I get low blood sugars cause of my diabetes and I'd love if you wrote something about them being on a case and BAU!Reader is really busy trying to get stuff done, so she has a bad low blood sugar and sits down but one of the local officers thinks she's slacking off so she tries to keep going and Hotch comes in and defends her, making sure she has everything she needs and doesn't faint. Love you <3

ty for requesting!! hope this is okay <3 fem, 1.3k

“I understand.” You frown, phone pressed to your ear hard. “I totally understand, but it’s really important that I get to talk to her.” 

“She’s on heavy medication,” the nurse replies, unimpressed by your asking, “she wouldn’t be much use anyhow.” 

“I understand, but–”

“Listen, I’m sorry, but we have a lot to do here. I’m sorry we can’t help. Bye.” 

You groan in frustration, bringing your phone from your ear to see the Call Disconnected notification flash across your screen. How are you and the team ever supposed to get answers if nobody wants to help? Your head rushes. You kid yourself into believing it’s annoyance like a hot flash, you’ve been sweaty for ages, but then reality cuts through. What usually makes you sweaty and dizzy?

“Where’s my test kit?” you murmur to yourself. 

The door opens while you’re looking through your bag. 

“Agent,” Officer Debs greets, a stout, sturdy woman with sharp eyes, “any news from Georgetown Psychiatric?” 

You rummage frustratedly through your things. You should know better than to misplace your test kit. Doesn’t matter. You’ll just have to eat something quickly before you get any worse. “Uh, no, nothing they could help me with.” 

“Did you call them?” 

Your eyelids are getting heavier. You sit down on impulse, worried you’re gonna fall if you stay standing. “Yeah, I called them.” You’ve had diabetes for long enough to know what to do, but it’s always harder than it felt the last time when your blood sugar drops. It can be so sudden. 

Realising you might need help, you clear your throat, about to ask Officer Debs if she can get the glucose tablets from your bag. You should’ve grabbed them —your thoughts are starting to thicken like someone’s poured cornflour into your skull. 

“Is now the best time for a break?” Officer Debs asks. 

You focus very hard on bringing your attention into the present. “No, sorry,” you say, standing up. You open your phone and direct to the contacts page, clicking your favourite contact at the very top. 

Don’t know m where test kit is, you text clumsily. Hotch should still be in the precinct. Do u have it ? 

“I hope you’re texting someone about the case,” Officer Debs says sternly. 

You shove your phone into your pocket. “Um,” you say, getting confused now, and not wanting to be shouted at. You grab for the page of phone numbers you’d been making your way through, can’t get your hands to work. “I wasn’t. But I’m getting to it.” 

“We really don’t have time to waste.” 

“I know, but my blood sugar–”

She talks over you. “What’s the point in all our officers working day and night when you FBI agents can’t be bothered to put in the same effort?” Her voice rises. “It’s ridiculous!”

“It’s not ridiculous, we’re trying our best just like you are.”

“Clearly not!” 

“My blood sugar,” you say, more insistently. “Stop shouting at me.” 

The door opens quickly, creaking hard on its hinge. Hotch doesn’t slam it open, he never slams anything, but he doesn’t hesitate either. “I have it, you left it in the car after you tested this morning,” he says, your kit in his hand. He gives Officer Debs a surprised up and down. “Who’s shouting?” he asks, unimpressed. 

You wouldn’t like to be on his bad side. “Hotch, I need a tablet.” 

If he’s shocked at your lethargy, he doesn’t say. He ignores the officer from that point on. “Yes, I think so, too.” 

Hotch is more efficient than you were, grabbing your tube of glucose tablets and shaking one out into his hand. “Can you take it yourself?” 

“You want to chew it for me?” you ask. 

He tips it into your palm. “Very funny.” 

He opens the test kit on the desk and starts to extract the pieces. It’s quite complicated, especially for people unfamiliar with it, but you’re pretty sure Hotch learned how to use it the day he knew you had diabetes. He wipes his hands with an alcohol wipe and presses a test strip into the meter, careful not to touch the end, before wiping your finger with a new wipe, and readying the lancing stick. 

“Gonna stick you, okay?” he asks quietly.

“Mm,” you hum, the glucose tablet like chalk between your teeth. 

He sticks you. Some days it feels more painful than other days, but today it’s like a pinprick in a haze. He squeezes your finger, wipes the first drop of blood with a cotton ball, and dips the test strip into the second bead of blood, careful not to jab your cut. 

In the five seconds it takes for you to get a result on the meter, he kneels down, pressing another cotton ball to your finger to stem the flow of blood. “Good,” he murmurs to you. The meter flashes on the table. “Not so good. Fifty nine, huh? How’d that happen?” 

You shake your head slowly from one side to another. “I’ve no idea.” 

“Okay. Well, that tablet’s not gonna do it, honey. Do you have any gels?” 

“No,” you say apologetically. 

“That’s fine. I’ll get you a drink.” 

Officer Debs clears her throat. You may be foggy, but her awkwardness is palpable. “I’ll get it.”

“It has to be full sugar. Coke, if you can,” Hotch says. She nods in understanding and leaves in record time. Hotch turns back to you, his severity melting away. “She was shouting at you?”

“Tried to tell her about my blood sugar. She told me we’re not here to waste time.” You close your mouth, licking the glucose off of your teeth.

“How did you get so low?” he asks.

“Must have done something wrong this morning. Am I okay?” 

“We’ll see. I think you’ll be alright.” 

“Don’t usually get so dizzy.” 

“When was the last time you were below seventy?” 

“Don’t know,” you mumble. 

Hotch peels the cotton ball from your finger and packs your things away cleanly. “Let’s see how you feel in ten minutes. After your coke. Now… what did the Officer say to you?” 

He’s getting his facts straight. Again, you wouldn’t like to be on his bad side. You relay your conversation, Officer Debs hadn’t even been that bad, just uppity, stuck on her own assumptions rather than willing to listen when you’d needed a hand. Her lack of empathy could’ve really affected you. Low blood sugar is no joke. 

You tell him, savouring in the warmth of his hand on your leg, how uncaring he is to be kneeling in front of you on the precinct floor. He frowns at you long and hard. 

By the time Officer Debs returns, he’s on his feet again. “A word?” he asks her. 

You don’t hear all of what he’s saying through the door as you sip your coke. He doesn’t shout, but he defends you with a heavy gravity. Officer Debs speaks up and he cuts her down, something about understanding, and then a more clear telling off, “I don’t want to hear about Agent L/N’s performance from you again. She’s my agent, and if she needs a break, she’ll take one. It’s none of your concern.” 

“I understand.” 

You feel much peppier when he comes back in, though he appears less so. “You’re nasty,” you say, smiling, happy to be defended, and happier to know you’re not gonna pass out.

He crosses the room. Still frowning, he takes your face into his hands, and he leans down inch by inch, until he’s pressing a soft, soft kiss to your lips. You barely have time to close your eyes before he’s pulling away, thumb pressed into your soft cheek. “Nobody gets to shout at you. Especially over your blood sugar.” 

“It’s usually you telling me off for letting it get low,” you mumble. 

He stands up straight, leaving you wanting for another kiss you won’t get, hands stolen back from your cheeks. “You’re ageing me prematurely. Drink some more coke, please, sweetheart.” 

“What do I get in return?” 

He touches your face briefly, as much of a promise as you’re going to get.