With all of the excitement Iíve had counting down the days until I find out whether or not I have put my early-stage diabetes diagnosis in remission, today I find out that Iíll just have to wait.
Seriously? Me, wait? Funny. Youíre joking, right?
Anyway, I guess I have no choice.
It turns out my insurance wonít pay for my blood work unless I wait until next Monday, so they not only had to push the blood work back, they had to push my doctorís appointment back.
I wanted to say, ďHey! I did it!Ē but now I have to wait.
Is impatience a virtue? I didnít think so. Oh well.
So here I am, my veins still intact and a early-stage diabetes diagnosis that stands at least for another week.
Hm. Maybe thatís not such a bad thing. After all I understand it takes 120 days for HB A1C levels to cycle, and thatís one of the numbers I want to drop. Itís only been about 90 days, so I get another week for my A1C to do itís thing and cycle out some.
For those that donít know, the HB A1C number is essentially the number that represents a personís average blood glucose reading over time. At least thatís my understanding of it anyway.
So far I havenít been given any instruction as to what to do now that I have an early-stage diabetes diagnosis, so Iíve taken to the Internet.
Thereís a whole lot of information out there, some of it good I imagine and some of it, Iím not sure. Do I know everything I need to know about managing diabetes? Probably not.
So tomorrow I plan on attending a seminar that might help me understand more of what I need to know. That way, maybe Iíll have a better chance of reversing my diagnosis and if that doesnít happen, at least Iíll know how to live with a health problem I donít want to accept.
Frankly, if itís up to me, Iím not having it. Diabetes? Me? Nope, uh uh, thatís not happening, not if I can help it. I just wish I knew where I stood.
My blood glucose has been unmonitored between doctorís visits. I donít know how my body reacts to the food Iím eating. At least Iím eating healthy.
But even healthy food can cause a spike in blood sugar.
On another note, I did something silly last night. Okay, maybe not silly, but itís certainly more interesting if I think of it as silly.
I wanted to make sure my numbers were good for today's blood draw, so I switched out my normal night-time treat of a teeny bit of ice cream for a tiny sack of granola with nuts and berries, and well, that doesnít sound so bad until you get to the next day.
Poof, just like that, I wake up poofy! I wonder if Iím sensitive to whey or something else in the mix. Iíve never had that particular granola mix before and read the label the next day. It has whey and wheat and other such stuff that some people get all poofy over. When I say poofy, I mean inflammation spelled with all capital letters and written in squiggly red ink. Eeks.
Iím lactose intolerant, so thatís why I wonder if it isnít the whey. After all, my body isnít a fan of milk. I even switched to almond milk not so long ago. I still take my lactose intolerance pills because I still eat cheese sometimes and of course my nightly teeny treat of ice cream.
I donít want to give that up. Not yet. I figure Iím living by the 90/10 rule, I eat healthy 90 percent of the time or better, so I indulge on a small treat once a day to keep me from losing my mind in ďfreggie land.Ē (Note: I do eat meat. Iím not a vegetarian, but I do eat a lot of produce!)
Have you ever tried eating a whole cup of raw carrots with nothing to dip it in? I have. Uh, not so appealing yet. At least I feel great after eating well, even if my mouth is still adjusting. I get bored after the first bite of raw carrot if it doesnít have something slathered all over it. The thing is, Iím not slathering my food anymore.
Iím not even salting it. I went from being a person who salts their salt, to being someone who is contemplating using my table salt to salt my driveway when the snow starts falling and sticking.
Iíll be the only one shaking my Mortonís salt containers over the ice. My neighbors will probably think Iím daft! At least table salt is cheaper than rock salt!
I wonder what that will do to my boots. Hm. Neither option is pretty. Itís salty, or salty. I guess I get to take my pick.
Wow, Iíve really wandered off the subject! I do that sometimes. Well, I guess itís off to another week or so of waiting to find out my fate. I hope I put that diabetes diagnosis in remission! Also, I hope Iím not poofy tomorrow! Otherwise I might have to add that to the list of things to get checked out. Hm. Ö