Diabetes versus Drug Complications

For the first time in thirty six years diabetes was not the first thing on my mind - here's why.

I remember the date and time as if it were yesterday. It was May 17, 2013 at approximately 9:15 a.m. I was working out with my personal trainer. The exercise was new. After two repetitions I knew something wasn’t right. That was the day my lower back went out of whack! From that day on my body went through a domino effect -- I experienced pain like never before. My blood sugars were out of control! Haywire! Off the charts! My Dexcom graph looked like the scribble of a three year old; there were no patterns.![|380x375](upload://oHzi0ZJpWevxIQEmo69tboa0PT8.jpeg)

Due to an administrative decision by my insurance company I was unable to get treated immediately the way I wanted to-- with steroid shots to cure the inflammation. This would require an MRI (Magnetic Resonance Imaging), which are expensive and a curse to insurance companies. I had to go through 2 ½ months of drug therapy with painkillers and Aleve (Naproxen) and physical therapy. Finally the insurance company was convinced that I needed more aggressive treatment. So on July 29, 2013 I got the MRI. No signs of twisted or deteriorating discs proved that the steroid shots were the next step. My back slowly got better.

Unfortunately the saga continued. I had adverse reactions to the painkillers that the insurance company insisted I take first. They caused havoc to my intestinal tract. Although I was conservative with their use (a Tramadol at bedtime, and a Lidoderm patch 12 hours a day), the side effects ruined me. The only good that came out of it was a decrease in starchy foods therefore less carbohydrates. This lowered my insulin dosage and had positive effects on my blood sugars.

After weeks of stomach pain and sleepless nights I had more tests to find out what was going on with my intestinal tract, gallbladder, pancreas, liver, etc. I had X-rays, blood tests, a CT Scan and a Hidascan. While being pumped with nuclear medicine I heard noises in my head; sounded like Debbie Boone singing “You Light Up My Life…” There were endless doctor appointments and opinions; friends phoning in from coast-to-coast with their diagnoses and medical cures. ![|286x380](upload://1b92Sof0zAHcUpf2wWPAxs9RMTR.jpeg)

I was hoping that the radiologists would find something wrong with my interior…a stone, an irritated intestinal lining, a blockage or perhaps the lost diamond from my engagement ring! Nothing! Nada! Zilch! This was my rabbi and cantor’s fault. They put me on the Mi Sheberakh List (Prayer for the Sick) at Shabbat services. It worked!

So now I’ve accepted the fact that I’m not dying. I’ve accepted the fact that I don’t need surgery. Mustering up all of the mental strength that I had left I have decided to get out of my “sick” zone. I’ve started my yoga and exercise walking again. I’m glad to say that today I’m down to one experimental pill and I’ve changed my diet. I’ve lost 10 pounds!

As for my diabetes…for the first time in my life it has not been the first thing on my mind 24/7. I’m testing less and in pretty good control. Yay!

You go girl! I hope all the best to you! I do yoga as well to try to relax too!

They put me on the Mi Sheberakh List (Prayer for the Sick) at Shabbat services. It worked! Are you surprised? I am not.

God bless,

A story with a happy ending, awesome. Glad things are getting better you. I wish I could get my kids on the Mi Shederakh. Good luck, take care.

Thank you all for your kind and inspiring wishes.