As a matter of fact this is the last thing I really ever expected to happen.
I have lived with someone who has had diabetes for eleven years. I know what to do and what not to do.
I have watched as he has gone from controlling his blood sugar by diet to taking Metformin to ultimately taking two types of insulin every day.
Diabetes is no joke.
I know what to do and what not to do.
Or so I thought.
Tuesday morning I had a fasting finger stick blood draw done to see what my blood sugar was when I haven't eaten in eight hours.
It was 167. That is high.
So I had to schedule yet another appointment to discuss what my treatment would be.
That was today.
I walked in feeling fairly confident that I would more than likely have to take a pill to help control my blood sugar.
Upon sitting down and talking to the doctor, he didn't feel that the pill would be a wise choice since I had stated that Randall and I would like to have another child (at a previous appointment). Apparently it is harder to control your blood sugar on Metformin while you are pregnant.
He said that taking insulin is the way to go.
I had to pick my jaw up off of the floor.
I was not expecting to be on insulin from the get-go. I figured there would be some other treatment and that insulin would be the last course of action. . . Because that is what happened with Randall.
I was completely shocked. Still am.
I have spent the majority of my adult life being the one who was well. I have never had any diseases or illnesses of this nature.
Within the last month I have been diagnosed with high blood pressure, high cholesterol and diabetes.
To say that I am overwhelmed is putting it lightly.
I start taking the insulin tonight.
I am hoping and praying that with the insulin and watching my diet and exercising regularly, I will kick this last month's diagnosis in the ass.
I know what to do and what not to do.
Let's see if I can put it to good use.
