I just found out that I have Type-2 diabetes.
When I began this blog a couple of months ago, it was because I was turning 40 and I wanted to start taking better care of myself by learning how to cook. As part of the “taking better care of myself” plan, I scheduled an appointment to see my doctor (his PA, actually), whom I hadn’t visited in a few years. My blood pressure was really high (160/100) so the PA put me on blood pressure medicine, sent me down to the lab for a complete blood workup, and said she needed to see me next week to make sure the medicine as working.
Today she tells me that I have diabetes. I don’t even know what the hell that even means, but it sounds scary, and I’m scared.
So the blog is now taking a different direction. Instead of learning how to cook to just improve my health at 40, I’m learning how to cook to save my life.
I don’t know anything about diabetes. My doctor’s PA handed me a stack of literature, a bag of pills, and told me to schedule an appointment in a couple of weeks so she can teach me how to read my blood sugar levels. She said the nutritionist I need to see is booked 3 months in advance. Great.
I hate her for being so cold. But I hate myself more for not taking care of myself.
What I Learned…
- I’m not immortal. Nor am I Superman.
- 20 years of stupid living has finally caught up with me.
- I need to learn to ask better questions.
- My PA is NOT my doctor. Need to ask for Russ next time.
- Things can still shock me. I actually haven’t seen it all, after all.
- I have lots of good, supportive friends.