I have sat down here many times with the intentions to write, and didn’t. Lets see if I can get it out today.
So I don’t remember exactly what all I have written about, bare with me if its a repeat of info.
January 16th, 2017 I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. This diagnosis didn’t really scare me. I knew at some point in my life I was going to have to look this decease in the face. My Paternal grandmother, my Father, most of his siblings have dealt or have dealt with this most of their lives. I had already became proactive upon seeing my numbers on my doctor’s new spiffy app. I had been eating low carb for days at this point and felt SO much better.
She also confirmed something I have been screaming for YEARS and YEARS(like back when I was with Missy in the early 2000’s) my thyroid has completely stopped working. She said it would take some time to get the meds right but hoped to having me feeling like a human soon. She also fussed at me for ignoring my chest pain and limited me to 20 minutes. If it still hurt after 20 minutes I was to go to the ER…no questions asked, just go.
Which I did Saturday. I had came back from a busy day of lunch with a friend(who I can never get away with just lunch) and all of her many errands(5 hour LUNCH people 5 HOURS!!!!). I had just gotten done eating the rest of my lunch(chicken Margherita from OLIVE GARDEN 8g of carbs!). I looked at my Husband(still weird to call him that) and said just to make note, my chest hurts. 35 minutes later(I know longer than 20, im hard headed) it had moved down into my shoulder so we headed to the ER. They kept me OF course. But I send him home and laid in the bed and cried alone. I have to much to live for to go out this early. There are so many things I haven’t done, haven’t experienced.
They lost my breakfast the next morning. Finally brought it at 9:45, it was apple juice, grape juice, oatmeal with brown sugar, dried out eggs and soggy chewy bacon. I was livid and told them, you realize I CANT EAT THIS, right? but that was all she had so i sucked it up. They come in to check my sugar and its 224…umm, and I mention breakfast. The nurse was livid and called them fussing. She explained that I was on a 20 g carb a day diet, I was diabetic and they needed to fix this. Lunch was a grilled chick breast(2 oz) Mashed potatoes with gravy and FRUIT. she shook her head at it but I wasn’t really hungry anyways so I just ate the chicken. When the Cardio doctor came in I explained it all to him and told him I would feel much better at home where I could monitor my own food. I did NOT want to take another shot of insulin because of the hospitals neglect. He agreed and told me to keep my appointment with his office on Wednesday and they would do an ECO too.
When I first got to the office Wednesday they weren’t sure they could do the stress test…WHICH WAS THE ONLY REASON I WAS THERE GRRR…but in the end they worked it out. The results were GREAT blood flow, no signs of blockage, no past heart attacks, no signs of a future one. She said she saw no reason to rush into an ECO with all the signs looking great. We scheduled it for next week. While discussing the chest pain and the 20 minutes rule, she said most women who are diabetic, wont even feel chest pain when having a heart attack…great.
POSSIBLE TMI!!!!!
When I woke up Wednesday morning I felt damp in my lower region(NOT PERIOD TIME!!!) so I sat up and was heading to the bathroom when I noticed my bed was covered in blood. Before I could get around my bed and into my bathroom blood was down my leg leaving a trail on the floor. SO after cleaning up I called my Doctor to find out where my referral was. The nurse said they had sent it over to the GYN but called again to explain I needed to be seen SOON. If I had not heard from them by today I needed to call back. I am ready to get all this shit ripped out. Between October 28 my wedding day to just after Thanksgiving I bled 28 DAYS STRAIGHT…im not talking spotting, im talking about tampon, over night pad and still ruining clothes. I would go from nothing to pouring in seconds. I was afraid to even leave my sofa. The last few days of the 28 days, Bubba(husband) and I went to Sam’s(of course I thought it was over I had just spotted for days), as soon as we hit the doors I felt a rush. I ran to the bathroom to make sure my clothes were public safe(i would die if someone saw blood on my clothes) and I had a HUGE mega clot sitting on my pad. I actually took a picture because Bubba just didnt understand why I was so tired and never wanted to leave the sofa. After seeing that he never complained again lol.
I guess I should end this here since its a NOVEL, and I have been working on it for almost an hour.
OH I am down 14 pounds since January 6th. My fasting Blood this morning was 122(down from my fasting sugar of 316 1-6-17) Metformin and low carb seem to be doing the trick.
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