Well, apparently good control doesn’t always stop the progression. Given an initial DX of 6.8, and not really any great changes in my diet or exercise for many years prior to that, I doubt ever had anywhere near the higher numbers that so many here, who have no complications, have recorded. Dropping easily to 5.5, and then to 5.0, along with lots of weight lost, and BP numbers at the absolute lowest they should ever be, ought to have made this more of a slow, progressive nuisance, rather than an instant debilitation. One day, I was in very good health, by measurable standards, and the next day, I could barely walk. Its been seven weeks, and I can’t move about, and getting worse. This is what I get for all the exercise, the weight loss, the tight sugar control…
I got a ride to the lab, because I can’t drive, made my friend get me a wheel chair, because I cannot walk, pretty humiliating, and my A1c is now at 6.4, which is the result of no exercise, and anxiety and stress, destined no doubt to go higher. Big deal, tight control did me no good, so who cares?
Curiously, a 6.4 translates to an BG average of 134 yet as I go through my readings for the last three months, averaging three to four a day, there is not one reading that exceeds 134, and few past 125, so that A1c number is impossible by the meter readings I have. I suppose my BG goes to 200 at night when I am not looking…
No, I agree with the basic premise, but in my case, the experiment failed, and I won’t live like this. My meds and supplies cost over $500 a month, and with no income, that is just flat impossible. Finding work when I cannot work, is just another impossible task. I have put my house up for sale, to pay the debts, and what is left I will split among my children to avoid the legal hassles. Since I own nothing else, that will prevent them from having any government interventions, and then I will see what this stuff about God, and the next life is all about.
Best of luck to everyone here. I failed, and I haven’t got the strength to get back up again. Life is too lonely, and too pathetic to bother with.
Take care,
John