So, I was in the ER last month, about Christmas time, after overworking myself and I did not feel good at all. They did a glucose there, and it was high. That led to the chain of events, culminating in my diagnosis on Thursday.
I have been hypoglycemic my entire life, with an official diagnosis at 15 after a pita several hours long gtt. At 30, I did get a high fasting glucose while pregnant, but the _very_ next day, did a 3 hr gtt and it was in the clear. We figure there was an anomaly in testing. So, for over 40 years, all my tests except 1 were low or normal when it came to the fasting glucose. Even so low that I've had testers sit on me till I had a lollipop or some other sugar, even though I felt perfectly fine.
So, the result - not a random result at Christmas, but after a meal, I had a high glucose. So my doctor decides right then and there that I'm diabetic. We argue that it wasn't a fasting glucose, and he has me do a fasting one. It's high. So a second one. While I'm waiting for that to come back, I'm feeling "off" and have the pharmacist do it with me and it's high. That afternoon, I see my doctor and he's practically giddy that I'm (pre)diabetic. 0.1 more and he would have called me diabetic, no question about it.
At least he was smart enough to script me a metre to check my sugars. I have to do at least morning fasting sugars, as well as any time I feel "off." The Diabetes Clinic in town here isn't even open till Monday and the advice from my doc was "cut out sugars, and loose weight," which has been his mantra since I met him, yet he didn't want to do anything to actually help me. I left the office in shock and have been walking around in shock since.
See... I warned him months ago that the weight loss I had - at least 20kg if not more - and that the sudden weight loss I had cause of becoming a single mother cause reasons would not be a good thing. He passed it off then as if it was nothing.
I spent my life trying to keep my sugars up with allergies and other dietary issues to dance around. Now? I am dealing with THIS diagnosis along with permanent kidney issues, and finding out that I have a type of Bell's palsy from a shovel hit when I was a kid. I also have food allergies and require an epipen to keep me safe.
So, now, I'm trying to find foods I can eat and that my kids will eat. Two of them are sorta okay with the diagnosis. The third one screamed at me that all I was thinking about was myself. The argument today got into how it wasn't just me I was trying to figure out this diet for, but for the kids too, so that they are armed with the tools they need to never end up with what I have. Two of the kids are for it, but the same kid doesn't like the idea at all. Again, screaming at me for being selfish. Gotta love teenagers, eh?
I plan on making sure there's a set of stuff in the fridge that is listed for just me. My two older kids are going to be taught what to do if I faint, and more.
The one thing that no one has done is ask me how I'm feeling or coping. I have been bawling my eyes out and not coping. At all. For 30 years, I followed doctor's advice, although I should have modded it some when I got injured from car accidents and a couple of bad falls. But so help me, I'm not gonna let this ruin me. It is going to take some time to get over the sheer shock, but I will do it.
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