I was diagnosed with diabetes (type 2) over a year ago. I had no idea what it was or what it meant? All that I really knew was that it’s an affliction that people might get if they don’t take care of their health. There are 86 million people in this world, which include all age groups, who now have pre-diabetes. In 3 years from now 3 out of 4 will have become diabetic type 2. Type 2 diabetes is now known for its epidemic numbers.
Thinking back, I realized that it was about eight years ago when I was first told by my doctor, I was pre-diabetic. What did that mean? What do I do? Well that’s good, I thought. At least I’m not diabetic yet. But as things go, I had no idea what it meant or what I was supposed to do with this information. And that doctor, the next, and the next doctor never said a word about taking care of it before it became full blown diabetes.
This is the part that always gets my pants all bunched up. I burned through about ten separate doctors, but not one doctor breathed a word about what it meant for me to be a diabetic for the rest of my life. What doctor calls any patient into their office to tell them they have heart disease or cancer but doesn’t tell the patient about the diagnosis or what the diagnosis means, what is going to happen if the disease is not treated rapidly, what the patient must do at home on their own to help rid their bodies of the disease, or even how their patient have even gotten the disease? I was more than just a little mystified about these questionable physician practices!
I changed doctors more times than people change their socks that year! And still no change in the silent treatment when I went in. Now I realized that any person wanting to know might think about asking their doc to tell them about this thing called diabetes. But I feel that when a doctor diagnoses me with something, they had better have their best bed side manner up and be ready to explain to me what it is that is making me sick.
But each time I changed my physician, and every single time they failed to talk to me about my diabetes diagnosis on the first visit? I was outta there. What the heck?
Finally, finally, I picked up a (Kaiser Directory; obviously, I have Kaiser Insurance) and I closed my eyes just for the junk of it, opened the book and pointed. When I opened my eyes I had put my finger on a woman physician from Pakistan and she was also an Internal Medicine doc. This was a good thing and I made an appointment. I got a call the following day and she wanted me to stop at the lab on my way in to her office for blood draw. Maybe? Turns out, she is great stuff and knows exactly what she is doing. Diabetes was in the second sentence out of her mouth.
Once she had examined me it turned out that I was more sick than I thought. Because I was feeling “so fine” the few months before I got in to see her, I was eating and drinking whatever I wanted. I truly thought that I had been misdiagnosed. Ha, the joke was on me.
I was hospitalized immediately; this doc sent me through the ER where they told me I had pneumonia? X-rays, blood tests, and then they started me on insulin injections to which I screamed, NO! I was afraid that if I allowed insulin to be put into my body that I would never get off of it and I would die, at least in the next ten years with no chance of living a normal life at all. Believe me, there has been nothing normal about my life since the age of 16 anyway so I don’t know what I was getting upset about.
The four days in the hospital were the beginning of my diabetes education. The insulin was given to me because the Metformin that I had been taking could not be used with the antibiotic for the pneumonia. Because of the antibiotic, I was also expecting a raging yeast infection, which never came. I can only attribute that to the healthy daily dose of probiotics that I take. Then I also began urinating like a river. The doctor explained that I was carrying mass amounts of water around (in my legs and she pushed on my ankles, showing me her thumb print indent which indicated that I was retaining a whole lot of water). But she also explained that my legs were not the only place in my body that were retaining water and that it could be a serious thing.
The pneumonia could only be explained by the inadequate sleep I had been getting, the huge amount of stress I was carrying around from working on my home getting it ready to sell, the whole process of keeping it clean, showing it and selling it the previous two months, and the awful diet I was allowing to travel past my lips, and the fact that the diabetes was kicking my butt which meant that I was on my way to my death bed and this was serious stuff.
It’s not a funny thing when you sit still for a few moments and you can see exactly how badly you’ve been treating your body, and just how badly your body is reacting to this treatment, and that if you’re not serious about getting well, you might as well lay down and die. I began to get tears and wondered how it was I got to this spot in my life?
I also knew that if I was suffering like this, there must be millions of others who might be thinking the same way and this is when I decided to sit down and write to all of you about the experiences, the education, and what I have done to bring my A1c numbers back down to an acceptable/normal level. Although, once broken, (and I am) you must be treated always as if you are still broken. But you can bring it into remission if working closely with your physician and you can get off all of the pills/prescriptions/medications! You can be as healthy as the guy next door who goes out jogging daily or the friend of yours who does aerobics every day. You can have the heart of a horse, if you want it.
They (docs, nurses, nurse aids, books, internet) told me that in order to get well, I must start exercising again. I used to do a full hour of aerobics with no problem and I felt so good afterward. But I remember how long and how hard it was for me to get to that point. To think about starting all over again does not thrill me at all. Even walking around the block all by myself, certainly doesn’t excite in the least either. So when I started out this time around, I couldn’t walk more than 20 feet without my lower back hurting or being afraid that I might stroke out or have a heart attack! Now, just a couple of months later, I can zippity do dah around the parking lot where I live several times a day. I’ll explain more about this later.
Anyway, I hope that you enjoy the website and all of the stuff that I have to share about what I have read, about the diabetes classes I have taken, the diets, learning to cook differently, some of the best foods, foods we aren’t supposed to eat but may from time to time anyway, experiences getting on that scale, discovering new things about the body and just how strong it really is, and how good it feels to hit the goals we set for ourselves. I am hoping to gain a new insight about the world around me in the circles of diabetic friends that I hope to make here. And just how others have managed and coped throughout their new lives and experiences.
Thanks for stopping by. I hope you stop by again soon. Take it easy on you, remain true to who you are, and love yourself! If you’d ever like to reach out for a private conversation, you can reach me at email@example.com.