So. Yesterday I went to the doctor to get some blood tests run since I’ve been feeling so poorly the past few months. The clincher that decided it for me was when my feet swelled up like fatter sausages than they normally are. It was painful. Plus, urinating every frakking hour sucks, too. Takes a damper out of your day, you know?
It took four different people, six needles, and three tourniquets to get blood out of me. The poor nurses were almost in tears, and they felt so badly that they kept having to stick me. I have small veins (only thing on me that’s small, let me tell you) and they kept rolling or blowing. Or they couldn’t find it. It was a little painful, and I was getting a little worried because they said if they couldn’t get it at the office, they’d have to send me to the hospital to get an arterial stick. That sounded even more painful. Finally, after tying a tourniquet around my forearm, they were able to get blood from the vein on the inside of my wrist. That HURT! They had to use a butterfly needle,and the blood flow was so slow…I was worried that we weren’t going to get enough. Luckily, they did.
It’s a comforting thought that I might be a hard meal for a vampire, though. I’d make that bitch work for it. I’d even worn my “And Buffy Staked Edward. The End.” t-shirt in anticipation of the needles and blood. I thought it would be my good luck charm. Not so much.
Well, I had a blood sugar of 290 (after fasting, no less). So, I’m diabetic. YAY me! I did some quick research so I knew what questions to ask today for my follow up appointment, since I’m going to have to test my sugar at every meal. *Le sigh*
I have all of the symptoms for Type 2 diabetes. Except for one. Unexplained weight loss. WTF??!?? Out of all the symptoms, why couldn’t I get THAT one? I pee all the time, I feel like i live in a desert because I”m dying of thirst, I’m always hungry, I’m tired, I’m weak, and horrible headaches that just won’t go away. GAH! But I couldn’t get the weight loss?!! I guess I can’t complain too much. I’m still alive. Hopefully with diet and exercise, I’ll be able to get off of the medication.
The husband is excited that I’m going to try to get healthy (since I’ve been feeling like a fat, lazy cow for months). I’ve been bitchy. Like, BITCHY. I really want to get healthy, and today is the start of that journey. And the day started with no sugar. I will miss my sweets, but I’ll like feeling better, and I’m going to win this war.
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