It’s been a while but with good reason. I’ve had a LOT going on. At my 9/29 doctor appointment, my glucose tested at 381 after fasting. Therefore, I was sent to an endocrinologist who confirmed that I have diabetes. However, I ended up having a bad reaction to the medication that I was given to lower my blood sugar. I spent a couple of days with my head spinning around and vomiting like Linda Blair. MB got all freaked out and stayed home from work to “care for me,” which he did, in between naps. I got nauseous on my way home from work. I told MB to fend for himself and went to bed. Around 6pm I woke up and started vomiting. That stage lasted until I gagging stomach acid up at 2am. It was gross and I know that you all appreciate these glorious details. As Kim says, the only time you want to puke orange is when you have devoured a whole bag of Cheetos.
MB gets worried because he read nausea on the list of side effects on my meds and called my mom. My mother, bless her heart, says “You know, her grandmother has the same reaction to that medication.” THANKS FOR THE HEADS UP, MOM!
The next morning, MB calls the doctor’s office at 9am. We wait and wait and wait until they call back after 4pm to say “You should call your endocrinologist.” YEAH, have you ever tried to call a doctor’s office after 4pm? Ed McMahon will call you before a doctor’s office will after 4pm.
So we waited until the NEXT morning. When the endo still hadn’t called back, I called again. I was angry by then. They got me in that afternoon. (Which means by then I missed almost 3 days of work…. but they were cool about it. I heard “Are you ok? Should you be here?” not “I had to answer the phones all day. We had to pull your weight. You should check with us before you get sick.” I *GIANT PUFFY HEART* this job. The pay sucks but “quality of life” is much better. I just wish they had a HSA.) Anyway on the phone, the nurse says “If you can’t take metformin, then we’ll have to put you on insulin.” WHAT? So I freak out for the rest of the day thinking that I’m going to start insulin shots. I get there and tear up and tell them how anxious I get over just pricking my finger, etc, etc, etc… They change my meds and give me two weeks to get my blood sugar down. (I go back tomorrow to see if it’s low enough to keep my wimpy butt off insulin.)
In the mean time, I’ve had to drastically change my diet. Dr. Wu says no cheese, no fruit, no peas/butterbeans, no corn, no bread unless wheat, no pasta unless wheat (and even those in moderation) no milk, no oatmeal, no carbohydrate that doesn’t have at least 5g of fiber. Yeah, that sucks. I also have to go to classes to LEARN HOW TO EAT. I took MB with me. Midway through the class, he looked at me and said, “I am going to need my own kitchen.”
