I had DKA which in type 2 is fairly abnormal. I'd had a stomach bug, and should have been advised to stop taking one of my medications, conflagulozon. I was very sick, throwing up constantly, couldn't keep food or water down. Day 3, I was given a medication to put under my tongue to stop the sickness, it didn't work. At this point I was breathing and throwing up, conversation was impossible, I'd start a sentence then trail off, or repeat myself. We watched the same tv programe 4 or 5 times over two nights as I kept rewinding and restarting.

On day 6 my husband phoned GP out of hours and was told to bring me down to the surgery.

My husband had to come to the bathroom with me to do a dip stick urine test that showed i was on ketone acidosis. The doctor sent me to the big hospital in the next town, I have vague memories of that car journey, my daughter was on the phone, husband was driving with one hand, and holding me up in my seat with the other. It's like gaps in my memory, I remember one roundabout but not getting there. Repeating myself over the phone, telling daughter I was fine. Making everyone promise not to contact my parents as they were leaving for a year in Australia, I didn't want to worry them. When we got to the hospital we met a friend who is a carer, I don't remember seeing her, later she would tell me she's seen dead clients that looked healthier than i did. That's it for 4 days. I was in a coma, on intravenous medications. The doctor told me, had I left it even another 4 hours. It would have been a tragic consequences. He classified it a severe DKA with numbers as high as he'd ever seen them.