At 11:30 today I found out that yes they did get the results back from the blood test I took two eons ago. It took them this long to get back to me. Why I have no idea unless it was because of the holidays.
I’m startled awake (we stayed up all night because of my stomach problem) by the sound of the phone. I run over and grab it to find out I’m talking to my Doctor’s nurse. She tells me that they need me to come in and have another fasting blood test done to see if the results from the last one were a fluke or a mistake. Seems my blood glucose level was higher than normal.
For the boys and girls who don’t understand what that means it means I’m probably a diabetic. I suddenly had a headache, my stomach clenched, and I could barely see for the tears in my eyes. This wasn’t really a surprise, diabetes runs on BOTH sides of my family, but the timing sucks. I’m sure the stress of worrying about hubby’s job situation probably flipped the flippin switch that turned it on. (That’s how a Dr described it to my Mother… that it waits in the body for a certain stress etc to switch it on.)
I managed to make some arrangement to go in next week and hung up. I was scared so I called the one person in my small world who would understand what had happened. I called my Aunt. She told me it was normal to be frightened and that she had been too. She told me to try to calm down that it only makes things worse and that I had one thing going for me. I’ve lived with and cooked for a diabetic… my Mother. I told her that if the Doctor mentioned insulin I was going to refuse it. I want the chance to try diet and exercise first, and then if absolutely necessary medication in pill form.. I know that once you are put on insulin you’re on it for life. You don’t get off of it. My Aunt, who is also a nurse, told me she doubted that he’d put me on meds yet with the bg at that level. She also said she believed that I had the ability to control it with D/E because I knew exactly what living with diabetes was like.
She said she was sure giving up Dr Pepper was going to be a hardship for me. I told her I’d give up Dr Pepper in a second if it meant not being a brittle diabetic. (See, I already know the lingo… old and new.) She told me she had been on pills but when she started losing weight (due to another problem she has) her blood glucose was in normal range and she’s no longer taking them. She said she’d be here for me whenever I needed to talk.
I’m still a bit scared, who wouldn’t be, but I’ve calmed down. I’ve got until next week to wrap my head around the idea of all of this. Which is good… it’s still a shock even knowing I was in the center of a diabetic bullseye due to my family history. I CAN do this.. I know it.
I have another reason for wanting to do what needs to be done.
He’s sitting right beside me at his Father’s computer.