Currently Drinking: A tall glass o' water
Currently Listening: The drunken yokels trying to explain why they fled the scene on Cops (well, when I started writing this I was).
Woah. Yeah. Umm. Huh. Well. It's been a while. I'm sure this blog's three readers have long since given up, tired of seeing the same almost month-old post. So here's an update:
Over a month ago, I went to the optometrist because it seemed that my prescription had changed because things were a little blurry. After the optometrist ran his tests, he referred me to my doctor to get my blood glucose levels checked, as a symptom of diabetes is blurry vision, eventually leading to blindness if the disease gets progressively worse.
The next day, I visited my doctor and he ordered a battery of tests, most of which required blood to be drawn. I've never had luck with blood tests. Anytime I have had a blood test, the lab tech can never find a vein or the blood just doesn't come out. This requires the tech to poke me with a needle several times and occasionally dig for a vein. Needless to say, I would frequently become woozy and need to be escorted to the "special room" with the bed. This time, however, I was able to remain conscious and upright - even after being poked eight times. I told my mom afterward that she owed me a present because I was such a brave boy.
A few days later, I was told that I had the diabetes, type 2 stylz. It was certainly the wake up call/kick in the ass I needed. I've been filling up on vegetables, making sure to eat three meals a day, cutting out convenience foods, and eating at normal times. I'm also going to the gym five times a week and I've lost 20 pounds. I also have to check my blood glucose levels. All my results have been within the appropriate range. This makes me very happy because if I can keep this up hopefully I can manage the disease through a pill and diet/exercise and won't have to get insulin injections. Although I've become quite the master prick with my lancer when I have to check my blood glucose levels, there's no way I will be able to stick myself with a needle. This fear of needles certainly made my mom happy when I was younger because she knew I would never come home with a tattoo or piercing or become addicted to heroin.
5 comments:
Good work on avoiding the need for needles...and you know what they say about insulin being a 'gateway' drug--it starts with a little insulin, and you're all "oh, I'm just stabilizing my blood sugar." But then next thing you know, you're a full-blown fiend.
Srsly, yo.
Sounds like you've got it under cover with the pills and exercise. Good work! It's amazing what one will go through just to avoid needles. ;)
Oh my - that's rather big news, eh? But good to hear that you're able to control it sans needles. Blech. Good motivation to stick with the diet/exercise though - boo needles!
Thank you for your messages of support.
I don't want to get all "after-school special" on you, but don't worry, I will never become addicted to any drug that requires injection. Especially insulin, with that whole danger of falling into a coma and possible death from an overdose.
I'm sorry to hear that, but am glad that you are doing as well as can be, it seems.
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