The self-pity train has made a stop at my house this week. I think it must have derailed because I can't get the damn thing to leave.
So I am about to dump a bunch of crap that most, if not all, of you could care less about. So feel free to click on to the next blog in your blogroll. I am sure they are more interesting and less whiney.
I was diagnosed diabetic in 2001. Not a big surprise with the family history coming my way and my struggle with weight control. Medications were added shortly after. My doc has been eluding to moving to insulin over the past year but I have managed to assure him I can do better.
Well, with the move I have a new doctor. He is much more aggressive with treatment and monitoring of all my health issues (which is good), but much less convinced of my ability to "do better".
I have been summoned to his office tomorrow to go over disturbing lab results, i.e. out of control diabetes, high cholesterol, and low potassium. Is that all? Oh no, you also have a UTI. Goodie.
I know what he is going to want, and I don't. It is my own fault. I can blame it on the move and lack of good dietary habits in the midst of chaos and boxes. But let's be real - I like to cook so therefore I like to eat.
But I don't want to be one of "those" diabetics. Someone who has to give herself injections, someone who has to count every damn thing she eats, someone who has to sacrifice taste for lack of calories.
Waaa waaaa waaa!
I told you I was going to whine. I warned you.
Now before someone gives me the "it could be worse" speech. I know.
I know I could have cancer, I know I could be a paraplegic confined to a wheelchair the rest of my life, I know I could be dead.
It doesn't help. Not today.
Tomorrow - maybe (not likely).
The day after that holds more promise.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
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I feel for you. Hubby is diabetic and been on meds for two yars now. He is doing well but god forbid he ever goes to injections, he will loose his CDL's (semi driver)and that will make him(and me!)cry.
you can call animal control to take care of a snake?
you mean you don't need to go into hysterics and call your husband in the faint hope that he will come home and kill the 6" snake for you? you mean you don't have to arm yourself with kitchen tongs?
i am SO keeping this in mind for next time and i'm SURE there will be a next time since apparently i live in the jungle.
and please whine away....my neurologist keeps insisting that i should be taking a for MS. this drug hasn't actually proved definitively to help with MS. and it's $1650 a month AND it's an injection every day. so i opted not to take it. and just deal with the consequences. most days i like to pretend that i don't even have an illness. it's the whole head in the sand theory of life.
in general it seems to work for me.
You can call, they really weren't of much help. Don't worry - I panicked enough. I said "what do we do" to my city boy husband who replied "you are the country girl - what do we do?"
Head in the sand - Scarlet O'hara mentality - pure denial: Yep that's me.
If you have to take the injections, would it be forever? I don't know anything about this.
Feel free to whine anytime. I mean, it's your own blog. No disclaimers necessary.
Let us know the outcome of the meeting with the doctor.
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