Today is the
14th Anniversary of when my MD called me and said “Mr. Bell, you are
a diabetic!”
(I knew
there was a reason I bought some strawberries last week and didn’t break them
out, from the refrigerator, until earlier this evening. I also was just a bit
puzzled why I had to buy some dark chocolate chips this afternoon.)
My MD
sounded a bit shocked when he told me. You see, I had my fasting blood work
done that morning and the lab results were not back. So, we waltzed through the
annual physical starting with “there probably are no problems in your blood
work”. He was happy with my having lost
weight, was walking on the treadmill and “eating better”.
I left and
went to work that afternoon. At work, I got that phone call and he said “Mr.
Bell, you are a diabetic”!
I freaked
out a bit.
My Father, a
type 1, had died of congestive heart failure. He was also missing his left from
the knee down and his surgeons were whideling on his right foot. My then
youngest brother was a juvenile onset type 1. He was working on losing his left
leg as well.
I went back
to my MD’s office the coming Monday (10
May 2004) and rolled into our second medicalsession.
“I don’t
want to lose my legs!” I don’t think I sounded hysterical…
“You’re not
going to lose your legs!” That calmed me
down.
I then got a
prescription for a morning 500 mg metformin pill and a prescription for a blood
test meter ($85 for the meter) and about $10 for 50 test stripes.
Neither his
nurse or I had any experience at using blood sugar meters. We kept adjusting
the needle depth and I stabbed myself 16
times before my MD walked in and showed us how to set the lancelet.
Beyond that,
my “diabetic experience” has not be much fun.
There have
been times when I just blew the measures I was initially taking to control my
blood sugar. It is strange gto look back and wonder why I had gotten so tired
and had quit. Right now, I hope I am in a hopeful phase of trying to save my
ass.
Maybe I need
to circle back around to getting dietary information and trying again to do better
eating. What have I to lose?
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