CJK

I loved both the Nob Hill and Campus. Although I lived in Atlanta, work would take me to SR frequently and I would usually stay at least one extra night. (Marriott had a deal at the time for people who stayed in their hotels at least 120 nights a year where if you had a paid stay on a Thu, Fri or Sat you could get the next night for free.) After the Campus closed I would stay at the JW Marriott a block away from NH and would often bring dancers back to the hotel with me. I was top tier in the Marriott Rewards program so they would always upgrade me to amazing suites. Many dancers would stay the night and come back the next night because the room was so nice. 
I did go back into one of the three rooms behind the stage a few times with a few different dancers. One even brought me into the showers after we fucked. Guys were throwing us money through the plexiglass. I also once fooled around with a dancer on the back patio.  My fondest memory from there was one day when I was the only audience member so the dancer came over and within seconds sat down on my cock. 
As for the Campus, I remember a show in the basement that turned into an orgy between the dancer, me and a few other customers. While I messed around with several dancers during shows, this was the only time it was several guys all over each other as opposed to the dancer working one guy at a time. While I went back into the shower room several times,
I actually thought the showers did not work because there had never any evidence they had been used.
I wound up dating a guy I met while he was dancing there. He had a day job, would dance there a couple nights a week just after work and I would meet him there and we would go to dinner afterwards. I do remember one time I got there and he was in the shower room with a customer. They guy at the door let me in and told me what was going on. I went downstairs and sat outside the shower room waiting for him to be done. When the customer left, I walked into the room and we starting some light making out. He told me that he has just jerked off with the customer but I pointed out that I had already felt the lube in his ass. I didn't care. I knew I was dating a Campus dancer and that he had just earned the money to pay for our dinner. The next dancer then walked in with a customer so my guy and I went upstairs to the dressing room area where we messed around some more, showered and left. We wound up eating at a nice fish restaurant at or near the Klimpton. For many years after that when I was in SF I would bring customers there for business meetings. None of my customers or local salespeople had any idea I wanted to go there to think about the hot Campus dancer.

So now I am stuck on youtube. This recording by Jeannie C Riley is awesome, but,,.
Her performing the song in someone's living room 40+ years later is priceless. 
 

Looking over this very short list and having been to all but the NY clubs I now realize why I go to Bangkok/Pattaya, Bali, Prague, Mexico and Montreal so often, or at least did pre-Covid. Bangkok might require a fourteen-hour flight to Japan, Korea or China followed by a seven-hour flight to BKK, but I have gotten good at finding low fares or using points, I can handle long flights and there is no comparison between when you get in the US vs the non-US clubs. (Although the best way to go now is through Qatar - cheaper fare, short layover, great airport for connections and most comfortable economy and coach seats.)
I once brought four guys back to the hotel from Tawan in Bangkok and it cost less than a private dance at SR. Not to mention the mamasan now treats me like his old friend. The hotels do not blink an eyelash if you bring guys back. (I was staying in a very upscale branch of a US chain located near Erewan Shrine, not a by the hour place on Khaosan Road,) There is a system where they collect IDs and only give them back after ensuring you have not been robbed or worse when the guy wants to leave. I once was waiting for my cab to the airport at five in the morning in the lobby of an upscale American chain hotel in Pattaya. I watched a very steady parade of both men and women stopping at the front desk to get their IDs back. (The hotel is now part of an Asian chain.)
On the flight over I flew from Portland to Korea and Korea to Thailand on planes full of Mormon missionaries about to start their two-year stints. They were on both sides of me and the rows behind us. It turned out they were staying at my hotel in Pattaya for orientation, although there is a Mormon connection there so it was not a huge surprise. I wound up having breakfast with them a couple mornings. My point is the strip club presence is so accepted that it coexists with the Mormon groups.
The US needs clubs like that.

Believe it or not, the company for whom I worked for over ten years - one of the largest companies on the planet - has a huge plant there. People would have to go for work often.
Also, one time when I was there a large group of Mormon kids were in the hotel (Marriott) for the start of their two-year missions. Several of them had been on my flights from Portland to Seoul and Seoul to Bangkok a few days earlier. On the first flight I sat next to a kid the others called "Super Mormon." He refused to take off his polyester suit coat and was sweating profusely most of the flight, leaving large white circle stains on the jacket at the armpit. He was a really nice kid. I wound up having breakfast with them one morning at the hotel. While in the restaurant, several couples also came in for breakfast. I could not tell if the kids were consciously ignoring this or if they really did not realize that old American/Aussie/Russian/Middle Eastern man + young local woman likely equaled prostitute. 
The Sanctuary of Truth is IMO the one tourist attraction worth seeing in Pattaya. It is an all-wooden temple on the ocean. Spectacular. 

Sorry ahead of time for the long post, but let me throw this out there...
I have been to hell and back health-wise between 2016 and just recently in large part because of misdiagnosis. Unfortunately, many of the things posted on this thread were part of that hell. Maybe this will help someone ask what could be the right doc-questions for his case....
In 2016, something just was not right. The doc thought I was pre-diabetic. Despite taking diet and exercise steps, my weight started to increase. By 2018 I was over 260lbs and went into the hospital for the first of many times. We will call this Hospital A. It is a university teaching hospital known worldwide for a government health agency headquartered on campus. (he-hem). I was told to stop eating cakes, cookies, potato chips and soda and put on metformin. We (me, my sister, two friends) explained I did not eat these things. The doc, very condescendingly, said I needed to read labels because everything has labels. We explained I shopped at a farmers' market, cooking fresh veggies and plain proteins. The doc snapped, "What about bread? Bread comes in a bag with a label, or do you bake your own?" When I answered truthfully, I have baked my own since I was twelve, he thought I was being smart with him and never came back.
A few weeks later my Internist admitted me to Hospital B for something else that was complicated and required expertise only available there. This is a huge community hospital which also supports two medical schools. The docs there threw lots of diabetes drugs my way and diuretics (Lasix) to get some fluid out. Once again, I explained my weight made no sense given my diet but was not believed. They were satisfied when we pumped put enough water to get me to 230, even though I could not put on shoes because my feet were too swollen from liquid. I was in Hospital B five times total over the next year, including for bypass surgery (hereditary heart issues), complained about the water weight constantly but to no avail. 
The docs gaslighted me into believing my weight was a product of what I was eating, even though I could not identify what it was I was eating. My weight continued to go up and down sharply and quickly.
I went to Hospital C, a small hospital in a mountain state, when my legs swelled so much they busted open and started leaking pools of water, which caused hurtful infections on my legs. This was March 15, 2022, and I weighed over 280lbs. In five stays, 25 weeks over eight months, they would treat the wounds, pump some water out and tell me I should get lap band surgery. I would have several discussions with food services about making sure I got healthy food and often sent things back to the kitchen when it was something I could not eat. One of the docs said if I at like that at home this problem would go away. I pointed out I did eat like that at home and since I had been in the hospital, I put on ten pounds. At least they finally believed Lasix did not work for me, so we at least switched diuretics. 
I went back in Hospital B for about a month, but the care was awful. The Fellow who had been a great doc the first time had finished the program and moved back to his country. They way over-medicated me. I left there weighing three pounds more than when I got there, almost 230lbs. 
Thirty-six hours after discharge, I fell on the floor (overmedication) and was taken to Hospital D, a large hospital where rich Atlanta goes. The docs there said I had way too much water and pumped out about 25 lbs. I will admit, I thought they pumped out just about all the water.
But a few weeks after discharge, I was back in an ambulance (first of two minor heart attacks) and was taken to Hospital E, known as one of the better hospitals in the area, but many people think A and D are better. The docs kept saying how much water I had in me while I kept thinking my legs and midsection barely looked swollen. Bottom line, the combination of my bad kidneys and an 85% hidden heart blockage were causing me to retain water, often rapidly. I entered the hospital weighing 238lbs and left three weeks later at 187 lbs. Over the past few weeks, it has gone to 175lbs. The other day, my doc said he thinks we have about fifteen-twenty more to go. 
To put the weight into perspective, we have pumped out the equivalent of over 27 2-liter bottles of soda. It is like I was carrying 27 2-liter bottles full of liquid around with me all the time. 
Turns out I was not fat, nor was I eating incorrectly, but I was retaining water due to underlying health issues. I am feeling healthy for the first time in six years. Although the kidney and heart damage are permanent, both are working so much better. 
The point of this long, rambling post is do not just accept the first answer your doc gives you. Saying you need to be on diabetes drugs is the easy way out for your doc. If the diagnosis does not make sense, push for every test known to man. My reluctance to push the docs and make them dig more cost me six years, my house. my car, my savings, friendships and family (they were tired of me being sick so stopped calling, emailing, texting, etc. None of them have spoken to me in a year, since my sister told me she was tired of hearing I was in the hospital again and should just take a handful of pills.) 

When I started this thread my A1c was well above the diabetic range. My doctor prescribed additional medications and I met with a dietitian to review my eating habits. I was a good patient and followed their advice. 
Recently, I had a blood workup done and received the results this AM. My A1c, after 4 months on meds,  is back in the normal range. I don’t speak for others but my meds & diet definitely worked. 
Thanks for the information others have provided. Good luck to all dealing with diabetes. 🙏

Sorry ahead of time for the long post, but let me throw this out there...
I have been to hell and back health-wise between 2016 and just recently in large part because of misdiagnosis. Unfortunately, many of the things posted on this thread were part of that hell. Maybe this will help someone ask what could be the right doc-questions for his case....
In 2016, something just was not right. The doc thought I was pre-diabetic. Despite taking diet and exercise steps, my weight started to increase. By 2018 I was over 260lbs and went into the hospital for the first of many times. We will call this Hospital A. It is a university teaching hospital known worldwide for a government health agency headquartered on campus. (he-hem). I was told to stop eating cakes, cookies, potato chips and soda and put on metformin. We (me, my sister, two friends) explained I did not eat these things. The doc, very condescendingly, said I needed to read labels because everything has labels. We explained I shopped at a farmers' market, cooking fresh veggies and plain proteins. The doc snapped, "What about bread? Bread comes in a bag with a label, or do you bake your own?" When I answered truthfully, I have baked my own since I was twelve, he thought I was being smart with him and never came back.
A few weeks later my Internist admitted me to Hospital B for something else that was complicated and required expertise only available there. This is a huge community hospital which also supports two medical schools. The docs there threw lots of diabetes drugs my way and diuretics (Lasix) to get some fluid out. Once again, I explained my weight made no sense given my diet but was not believed. They were satisfied when we pumped put enough water to get me to 230, even though I could not put on shoes because my feet were too swollen from liquid. I was in Hospital B five times total over the next year, including for bypass surgery (hereditary heart issues), complained about the water weight constantly but to no avail. 
The docs gaslighted me into believing my weight was a product of what I was eating, even though I could not identify what it was I was eating. My weight continued to go up and down sharply and quickly.
I went to Hospital C, a small hospital in a mountain state, when my legs swelled so much they busted open and started leaking pools of water, which caused hurtful infections on my legs. This was March 15, 2022, and I weighed over 280lbs. In five stays, 25 weeks over eight months, they would treat the wounds, pump some water out and tell me I should get lap band surgery. I would have several discussions with food services about making sure I got healthy food and often sent things back to the kitchen when it was something I could not eat. One of the docs said if I at like that at home this problem would go away. I pointed out I did eat like that at home and since I had been in the hospital, I put on ten pounds. At least they finally believed Lasix did not work for me, so we at least switched diuretics. 
I went back in Hospital B for about a month, but the care was awful. The Fellow who had been a great doc the first time had finished the program and moved back to his country. They way over-medicated me. I left there weighing three pounds more than when I got there, almost 230lbs. 
Thirty-six hours after discharge, I fell on the floor (overmedication) and was taken to Hospital D, a large hospital where rich Atlanta goes. The docs there said I had way too much water and pumped out about 25 lbs. I will admit, I thought they pumped out just about all the water.
But a few weeks after discharge, I was back in an ambulance (first of two minor heart attacks) and was taken to Hospital E, known as one of the better hospitals in the area, but many people think A and D are better. The docs kept saying how much water I had in me while I kept thinking my legs and midsection barely looked swollen. Bottom line, the combination of my bad kidneys and an 85% hidden heart blockage were causing me to retain water, often rapidly. I entered the hospital weighing 238lbs and left three weeks later at 187 lbs. Over the past few weeks, it has gone to 175lbs. The other day, my doc said he thinks we have about fifteen-twenty more to go. 
To put the weight into perspective, we have pumped out the equivalent of over 27 2-liter bottles of soda. It is like I was carrying 27 2-liter bottles full of liquid around with me all the time. 
Turns out I was not fat, nor was I eating incorrectly, but I was retaining water due to underlying health issues. I am feeling healthy for the first time in six years. Although the kidney and heart damage are permanent, both are working so much better. 
The point of this long, rambling post is do not just accept the first answer your doc gives you. Saying you need to be on diabetes drugs is the easy way out for your doc. If the diagnosis does not make sense, push for every test known to man. My reluctance to push the docs and make them dig more cost me six years, my house. my car, my savings, friendships and family (they were tired of me being sick so stopped calling, emailing, texting, etc. None of them have spoken to me in a year, since my sister told me she was tired of hearing I was in the hospital again and should just take a handful of pills.) 

I know this answer will not help your present situation, but in the early eighties DC was male strip club nirvana. Texas Drilling and another club on 14th Street were great - just enough sleaze and an anything goes attitude. Men would sit at the bar, a dancer with a hard-on would crouch down and the patron would grab, lick, suck or whatever. At the time 14th Street was nothing but peep shows and prostitutes from Vermont Ave down to almost the White House,
There was a very sleazy dancer bar on Connecticut Ave over a KFC location. You would smell the frying chicken when in the bar. There was another place on 23rd just north of P. The Hung Jury was close to the White House, there was another stripper bar on 17th near Annie's and the great places on O SE, where the stadium was built. There was even a place in Georgetown on Wisconsin just north of M, a few doors up from the American Cafe, that featured dancers a couple nights a week. 
These places were all naked all the time. Many of my college friends, mostly straight guys, would work a couple nights a week for spending cash. Oddly, none of the gay guys did. 

Been very happy with this Kitchen Aid appliance. It can cook dinner for four, the air fryer function works well and I have even baked bread in it often, as the bread comes out with a great crust, similar to how it comes out when baked in a Le Creuset pot. 
KitchenAid 1 Cu. Ft. Dual Convection Countertop Toaster Oven with Air Fry Black Matte KCO224BM - Best Buy 

La Cage did not open until after I graduated and move to Atlanta for law school. I went there on visits to DC. I loved Lone Star and Texas Drilling. The dancers were always hard and many would crouch down on the bar and stick their cocks in a patron's mouth. And I remember "a friend." actually screwing a couple dancers in a dark corner. IIRC one of those bars had large windows facing the street.

La Cage did not open until after I graduated and move to Atlanta for law school. I went there on visits to DC. I loved Lone Star and Texas Drilling. The dancers were always hard and many would crouch down on the bar and stick their cocks in a patron's mouth. And I remember "a friend." actually screwing a couple dancers in a dark corner. IIRC one of those bars had large windows facing the street.

You win! I worked at the American Cafe Georgetown which was a couple doors down from Mr. Henry's. We would sometimes go there after the day shift, which I worked on Fridays. It was virtually impossible to actually have classes on Friday at GW back then. 
I remember the Pier. in 1982-3 they would hold college parties on Friday nights. Fliers would be slipped under dorm room doors at all the area colleges. It was all straignt college students but they would show rotating gay photos on the walls. I remember trying to look at the pictures but not seem like I was looking at the pictures. It was not until the summer after my Freshman year that I started going to Badlands, The Frat House, the Lost and Found and the establishments on O St and near 14th St.

You win! I worked at the American Cafe Georgetown which was a couple doors down from Mr. Henry's. We would sometimes go there after the day shift, which I worked on Fridays. It was virtually impossible to actually have classes on Friday at GW back then. 
I remember the Pier. in 1982-3 they would hold college parties on Friday nights. Fliers would be slipped under dorm room doors at all the area colleges. It was all straignt college students but they would show rotating gay photos on the walls. I remember trying to look at the pictures but not seem like I was looking at the pictures. It was not until the summer after my Freshman year that I started going to Badlands, The Frat House, the Lost and Found and the establishments on O St and near 14th St.

La Cage did not open until after I graduated and move to Atlanta for law school. I went there on visits to DC. I loved Lone Star and Texas Drilling. The dancers were always hard and many would crouch down on the bar and stick their cocks in a patron's mouth. And I remember "a friend." actually screwing a couple dancers in a dark corner. IIRC one of those bars had large windows facing the street.

I know this answer will not help your present situation, but in the early eighties DC was male strip club nirvana. Texas Drilling and another club on 14th Street were great - just enough sleaze and an anything goes attitude. Men would sit at the bar, a dancer with a hard-on would crouch down and the patron would grab, lick, suck or whatever. At the time 14th Street was nothing but peep shows and prostitutes from Vermont Ave down to almost the White House,
There was a very sleazy dancer bar on Connecticut Ave over a KFC location. You would smell the frying chicken when in the bar. There was another place on 23rd just north of P. The Hung Jury was close to the White House, there was another stripper bar on 17th near Annie's and the great places on O SE, where the stadium was built. There was even a place in Georgetown on Wisconsin just north of M, a few doors up from the American Cafe, that featured dancers a couple nights a week. 
These places were all naked all the time. Many of my college friends, mostly straight guys, would work a couple nights a week for spending cash. Oddly, none of the gay guys did. 

I moved to DC in the 80s.  I was in stripper Heaven.  My first bar was the Lone Star next to the FBI building.  A stripper got on my table and was shaking his dick in front of my face.  I was taken aback so I left abruptly but returned the very next night.  What fun! 

the time period you're speaking of there were at least 7 nude gay strip clubs in DC.  Wet,  the old Secrets, the Cinema Follies and la Cage au Folles were all next to each other on O St SE. Cinema Follies had a fire a Congressman died in. 
the Lone Star was behind the FBI headquarters and the FBI owned it after confiscating it for tax problems. in the daytime it was women strippers and at night very young boys. so young a congressman had to resign for meeting a 17-yr old stripper/escort there. the Chesapeake House gay nude strip was up the street from it and closed when the old convention center was built. 
what's now the Fireplace bar used to be upstairs on Connecticut and was a gay nude strip club. now it's a Black normal bar. 
the best of the best was Dollies with drag strippers and adjoining escort bar Naples next to the old bus stations at 12th and NY Ave. they shared the Terminal Hotel upstairs. many Marines in on weekends from Camp LeJeune. Naples was every year named DC's trashiest bar by Washingtonian and they proudly displayed that on the wall. Hotel California was probably repeated on the jukebox there more than anywhere in the world. I spent several years on barstools there and met some of America's hottest guys.
Steve the last owner of the new Secrets was a stripper in the old Secrets and met his lover there who he inherited the bar from. Matt Colunga, the owner of Johnsons in FLL also stripped there as did Tim and Matt who now run the Adonis shows and parties in NY, LA, etc. They used to bunch up in a car and "work" south Florida (not dancing). 
Fun days. 

Thanks. We finally have everything in balance. My legs are pretty much healed, it's just the skin has to go back to normal. I did lose all the hair on my legs, though. 

Thanks. We finally have everything in balance. My legs are pretty much healed, it's just the skin has to go back to normal. I did lose all the hair on my legs, though. 

Sorry ahead of time for the long post, but let me throw this out there...
I have been to hell and back health-wise between 2016 and just recently in large part because of misdiagnosis. Unfortunately, many of the things posted on this thread were part of that hell. Maybe this will help someone ask what could be the right doc-questions for his case....
In 2016, something just was not right. The doc thought I was pre-diabetic. Despite taking diet and exercise steps, my weight started to increase. By 2018 I was over 260lbs and went into the hospital for the first of many times. We will call this Hospital A. It is a university teaching hospital known worldwide for a government health agency headquartered on campus. (he-hem). I was told to stop eating cakes, cookies, potato chips and soda and put on metformin. We (me, my sister, two friends) explained I did not eat these things. The doc, very condescendingly, said I needed to read labels because everything has labels. We explained I shopped at a farmers' market, cooking fresh veggies and plain proteins. The doc snapped, "What about bread? Bread comes in a bag with a label, or do you bake your own?" When I answered truthfully, I have baked my own since I was twelve, he thought I was being smart with him and never came back.
A few weeks later my Internist admitted me to Hospital B for something else that was complicated and required expertise only available there. This is a huge community hospital which also supports two medical schools. The docs there threw lots of diabetes drugs my way and diuretics (Lasix) to get some fluid out. Once again, I explained my weight made no sense given my diet but was not believed. They were satisfied when we pumped put enough water to get me to 230, even though I could not put on shoes because my feet were too swollen from liquid. I was in Hospital B five times total over the next year, including for bypass surgery (hereditary heart issues), complained about the water weight constantly but to no avail. 
The docs gaslighted me into believing my weight was a product of what I was eating, even though I could not identify what it was I was eating. My weight continued to go up and down sharply and quickly.
I went to Hospital C, a small hospital in a mountain state, when my legs swelled so much they busted open and started leaking pools of water, which caused hurtful infections on my legs. This was March 15, 2022, and I weighed over 280lbs. In five stays, 25 weeks over eight months, they would treat the wounds, pump some water out and tell me I should get lap band surgery. I would have several discussions with food services about making sure I got healthy food and often sent things back to the kitchen when it was something I could not eat. One of the docs said if I at like that at home this problem would go away. I pointed out I did eat like that at home and since I had been in the hospital, I put on ten pounds. At least they finally believed Lasix did not work for me, so we at least switched diuretics. 
I went back in Hospital B for about a month, but the care was awful. The Fellow who had been a great doc the first time had finished the program and moved back to his country. They way over-medicated me. I left there weighing three pounds more than when I got there, almost 230lbs. 
Thirty-six hours after discharge, I fell on the floor (overmedication) and was taken to Hospital D, a large hospital where rich Atlanta goes. The docs there said I had way too much water and pumped out about 25 lbs. I will admit, I thought they pumped out just about all the water.
But a few weeks after discharge, I was back in an ambulance (first of two minor heart attacks) and was taken to Hospital E, known as one of the better hospitals in the area, but many people think A and D are better. The docs kept saying how much water I had in me while I kept thinking my legs and midsection barely looked swollen. Bottom line, the combination of my bad kidneys and an 85% hidden heart blockage were causing me to retain water, often rapidly. I entered the hospital weighing 238lbs and left three weeks later at 187 lbs. Over the past few weeks, it has gone to 175lbs. The other day, my doc said he thinks we have about fifteen-twenty more to go. 
To put the weight into perspective, we have pumped out the equivalent of over 27 2-liter bottles of soda. It is like I was carrying 27 2-liter bottles full of liquid around with me all the time. 
Turns out I was not fat, nor was I eating incorrectly, but I was retaining water due to underlying health issues. I am feeling healthy for the first time in six years. Although the kidney and heart damage are permanent, both are working so much better. 
The point of this long, rambling post is do not just accept the first answer your doc gives you. Saying you need to be on diabetes drugs is the easy way out for your doc. If the diagnosis does not make sense, push for every test known to man. My reluctance to push the docs and make them dig more cost me six years, my house. my car, my savings, friendships and family (they were tired of me being sick so stopped calling, emailing, texting, etc. None of them have spoken to me in a year, since my sister told me she was tired of hearing I was in the hospital again and should just take a handful of pills.) 

Sorry ahead of time for the long post, but let me throw this out there...
I have been to hell and back health-wise between 2016 and just recently in large part because of misdiagnosis. Unfortunately, many of the things posted on this thread were part of that hell. Maybe this will help someone ask what could be the right doc-questions for his case....
In 2016, something just was not right. The doc thought I was pre-diabetic. Despite taking diet and exercise steps, my weight started to increase. By 2018 I was over 260lbs and went into the hospital for the first of many times. We will call this Hospital A. It is a university teaching hospital known worldwide for a government health agency headquartered on campus. (he-hem). I was told to stop eating cakes, cookies, potato chips and soda and put on metformin. We (me, my sister, two friends) explained I did not eat these things. The doc, very condescendingly, said I needed to read labels because everything has labels. We explained I shopped at a farmers' market, cooking fresh veggies and plain proteins. The doc snapped, "What about bread? Bread comes in a bag with a label, or do you bake your own?" When I answered truthfully, I have baked my own since I was twelve, he thought I was being smart with him and never came back.
A few weeks later my Internist admitted me to Hospital B for something else that was complicated and required expertise only available there. This is a huge community hospital which also supports two medical schools. The docs there threw lots of diabetes drugs my way and diuretics (Lasix) to get some fluid out. Once again, I explained my weight made no sense given my diet but was not believed. They were satisfied when we pumped put enough water to get me to 230, even though I could not put on shoes because my feet were too swollen from liquid. I was in Hospital B five times total over the next year, including for bypass surgery (hereditary heart issues), complained about the water weight constantly but to no avail. 
The docs gaslighted me into believing my weight was a product of what I was eating, even though I could not identify what it was I was eating. My weight continued to go up and down sharply and quickly.
I went to Hospital C, a small hospital in a mountain state, when my legs swelled so much they busted open and started leaking pools of water, which caused hurtful infections on my legs. This was March 15, 2022, and I weighed over 280lbs. In five stays, 25 weeks over eight months, they would treat the wounds, pump some water out and tell me I should get lap band surgery. I would have several discussions with food services about making sure I got healthy food and often sent things back to the kitchen when it was something I could not eat. One of the docs said if I at like that at home this problem would go away. I pointed out I did eat like that at home and since I had been in the hospital, I put on ten pounds. At least they finally believed Lasix did not work for me, so we at least switched diuretics. 
I went back in Hospital B for about a month, but the care was awful. The Fellow who had been a great doc the first time had finished the program and moved back to his country. They way over-medicated me. I left there weighing three pounds more than when I got there, almost 230lbs. 
Thirty-six hours after discharge, I fell on the floor (overmedication) and was taken to Hospital D, a large hospital where rich Atlanta goes. The docs there said I had way too much water and pumped out about 25 lbs. I will admit, I thought they pumped out just about all the water.
But a few weeks after discharge, I was back in an ambulance (first of two minor heart attacks) and was taken to Hospital E, known as one of the better hospitals in the area, but many people think A and D are better. The docs kept saying how much water I had in me while I kept thinking my legs and midsection barely looked swollen. Bottom line, the combination of my bad kidneys and an 85% hidden heart blockage were causing me to retain water, often rapidly. I entered the hospital weighing 238lbs and left three weeks later at 187 lbs. Over the past few weeks, it has gone to 175lbs. The other day, my doc said he thinks we have about fifteen-twenty more to go. 
To put the weight into perspective, we have pumped out the equivalent of over 27 2-liter bottles of soda. It is like I was carrying 27 2-liter bottles full of liquid around with me all the time. 
Turns out I was not fat, nor was I eating incorrectly, but I was retaining water due to underlying health issues. I am feeling healthy for the first time in six years. Although the kidney and heart damage are permanent, both are working so much better. 
The point of this long, rambling post is do not just accept the first answer your doc gives you. Saying you need to be on diabetes drugs is the easy way out for your doc. If the diagnosis does not make sense, push for every test known to man. My reluctance to push the docs and make them dig more cost me six years, my house. my car, my savings, friendships and family (they were tired of me being sick so stopped calling, emailing, texting, etc. None of them have spoken to me in a year, since my sister told me she was tired of hearing I was in the hospital again and should just take a handful of pills.) 

Sorry ahead of time for the long post, but let me throw this out there...
I have been to hell and back health-wise between 2016 and just recently in large part because of misdiagnosis. Unfortunately, many of the things posted on this thread were part of that hell. Maybe this will help someone ask what could be the right doc-questions for his case....
In 2016, something just was not right. The doc thought I was pre-diabetic. Despite taking diet and exercise steps, my weight started to increase. By 2018 I was over 260lbs and went into the hospital for the first of many times. We will call this Hospital A. It is a university teaching hospital known worldwide for a government health agency headquartered on campus. (he-hem). I was told to stop eating cakes, cookies, potato chips and soda and put on metformin. We (me, my sister, two friends) explained I did not eat these things. The doc, very condescendingly, said I needed to read labels because everything has labels. We explained I shopped at a farmers' market, cooking fresh veggies and plain proteins. The doc snapped, "What about bread? Bread comes in a bag with a label, or do you bake your own?" When I answered truthfully, I have baked my own since I was twelve, he thought I was being smart with him and never came back.
A few weeks later my Internist admitted me to Hospital B for something else that was complicated and required expertise only available there. This is a huge community hospital which also supports two medical schools. The docs there threw lots of diabetes drugs my way and diuretics (Lasix) to get some fluid out. Once again, I explained my weight made no sense given my diet but was not believed. They were satisfied when we pumped put enough water to get me to 230, even though I could not put on shoes because my feet were too swollen from liquid. I was in Hospital B five times total over the next year, including for bypass surgery (hereditary heart issues), complained about the water weight constantly but to no avail. 
The docs gaslighted me into believing my weight was a product of what I was eating, even though I could not identify what it was I was eating. My weight continued to go up and down sharply and quickly.
I went to Hospital C, a small hospital in a mountain state, when my legs swelled so much they busted open and started leaking pools of water, which caused hurtful infections on my legs. This was March 15, 2022, and I weighed over 280lbs. In five stays, 25 weeks over eight months, they would treat the wounds, pump some water out and tell me I should get lap band surgery. I would have several discussions with food services about making sure I got healthy food and often sent things back to the kitchen when it was something I could not eat. One of the docs said if I at like that at home this problem would go away. I pointed out I did eat like that at home and since I had been in the hospital, I put on ten pounds. At least they finally believed Lasix did not work for me, so we at least switched diuretics. 
I went back in Hospital B for about a month, but the care was awful. The Fellow who had been a great doc the first time had finished the program and moved back to his country. They way over-medicated me. I left there weighing three pounds more than when I got there, almost 230lbs. 
Thirty-six hours after discharge, I fell on the floor (overmedication) and was taken to Hospital D, a large hospital where rich Atlanta goes. The docs there said I had way too much water and pumped out about 25 lbs. I will admit, I thought they pumped out just about all the water.
But a few weeks after discharge, I was back in an ambulance (first of two minor heart attacks) and was taken to Hospital E, known as one of the better hospitals in the area, but many people think A and D are better. The docs kept saying how much water I had in me while I kept thinking my legs and midsection barely looked swollen. Bottom line, the combination of my bad kidneys and an 85% hidden heart blockage were causing me to retain water, often rapidly. I entered the hospital weighing 238lbs and left three weeks later at 187 lbs. Over the past few weeks, it has gone to 175lbs. The other day, my doc said he thinks we have about fifteen-twenty more to go. 
To put the weight into perspective, we have pumped out the equivalent of over 27 2-liter bottles of soda. It is like I was carrying 27 2-liter bottles full of liquid around with me all the time. 
Turns out I was not fat, nor was I eating incorrectly, but I was retaining water due to underlying health issues. I am feeling healthy for the first time in six years. Although the kidney and heart damage are permanent, both are working so much better. 
The point of this long, rambling post is do not just accept the first answer your doc gives you. Saying you need to be on diabetes drugs is the easy way out for your doc. If the diagnosis does not make sense, push for every test known to man. My reluctance to push the docs and make them dig more cost me six years, my house. my car, my savings, friendships and family (they were tired of me being sick so stopped calling, emailing, texting, etc. None of them have spoken to me in a year, since my sister told me she was tired of hearing I was in the hospital again and should just take a handful of pills.) 

My doctor wanted to put me on Trulicity but my insurance finally agreed to Ozempic. I had been told that Trulicity has less side effects. It took me awhile but I finally adjusted to my dose of Ozempic. I found a way to control nausea with sipping natural ginger tea. As far as my laundry, I wash my underwear in hot water with detergent and chlorine bleach tablets as normal and then I add baking soda to the final rinse.  That's what's worked for me. 

I took Trulicity before the latest Ozempic craze. (The two are similar.) My though at the time was, "Of course you will lose weight on these drugs. Projectile vomiting will do that." 
Metformin caused me a different world of hurt. There were days when I had to change my pants eight times. Although I did learn the best way to get smells out of clothes is to launder them in vinegar before laundering them in detergent. 
After being on and off Farxiga and Jardiance (back and forth a few times) I am now solely using insulin. It is proven, has few side effects and works. I take 10 units of long acting (Levemir) a day and short acting (Humalog) as needed. I am extremely careful with my diet, but given my kidney and cardiac dietary restrictions, the diabetic restrictions are third.
I worked with a dietician for about six months, concentrating on what I can eat, not what I cannot. Although the list is pretty short, I have been able to avoid needing the short acting insulin most days. Pasta, rice, potatoes, whole grains, spinach, corn, legumes, cold cuts and most processed foods are gone. Cabbage is a great substitute for just about everything. Sticking to plain vegetables and lean fish, chicken or beef is pretty easy when the alternative is dialysis or death. Believe it or not, cake and ice cream are okay occasionally. 
When I was in the hospital a couple weeks ago (two mild heart attacks and a heart procedure) the dietician came to my room after the procedure. He explained he was required to see patients after the procedure, but I was one of the very few patients with whom he knew he did not really need to discuss diet. We talked about other crap just so he could say he had been to see me. 

Actually, I had the opposite situation. As a top you would think size would not be that important, but I was set up on a date with a college senior. He was gorgeous, smart and had the most amazing Kajagoogoo hair. It was very in at the time.  Unfortunately, he turned out to have the smallest one I had ever seen before or since. It was micro. When it got hard it might have been two inches. It did not reach much past my teeth.
I tried to take the high road and look past it. We dated a few months until he did something that was a very alight transgression which became the reason I ended the relationship, If I were honest, we broke up because he had a small dick.
After I told him we were done, he thanked me for overlooking certain things. Although he was vague, I assumed he was thanking me for overlooking the fact his dick was so small.
BTW, we were set up by s mutual lesbian friend. She invited us both to a womyn's bar to introduce us: The Otherside Lounge. Years later it was bombed by Eric Rudolph the Olympic Bomber. We left there, got something to eat at the late-night Chinese restaurant on Cheshire Bridge and Lavista and then went to the bar that many believe was the inspiration for the Love Shack mentioned in the B-52's Rock Lobster. That bar was torn down and replaced with a sewage treatment facility. The bar was so decrepit that the sewage treatment facility was an improvement.