I was recently diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes after a recommendation of having my cholesterol checked. When I was called to make a follow up appointment with the doctor, I assumed it was because my cholesterol was up. I had no idea that the call was made in regards to my fasting glucose level, which at the time were 310. Having known this tidbit of information, I would have been prepared with some questions for the doctor during the visit. So, I was told within a few minutes into the visit that I had Type 2 Diabetes. I would go on some oral medication, be testing my glucose levels numerous times a day and that I needed to lose 10-20 pounds ASAP. The rest of the visit was a blur. I was handed a couple of prescriptions, a bound notebook about diabetes, and given a number to call for diabetes classes, then asked…“Do you have any questions?” Let’s see Brainac - DO I HAVE ANY QUESTIONS??? No. Of course not. My brain is still processing the first three words that came out of your mouth a few minutes ago. YOU HAVE DIABETES.
I walked out of the doctor’s office feeling anxious, scarred, and guilty. I’ve been accused of having a quick wit and smart mouth, but at this time I could not think of the right questions to ask.
It was not until I got home, started looking over my new meter, test strips, “Living with Diabetes” notebook that I started thinking of the “AH HA” questions I should have asked. What about the range of blood glucose readings. Was there a maximum number for blood glucose readings? If so, did this mean you’d lose your eyesight, have a stroke or heart attack? Would the circulation in your body shut down? Would I lose my feet? I know these questions may be selfish or sound silly, but I’ve never met my birth parents, so I’ve always been a bit optimistic that I’d miss out on all of the “scary” illnesses and diseases.
Then I wondered if it was because I had one too many glasses of wine at dinner? Should I have passed eating Thai food? How did I let this happen to myself? What am I going to tell my family? Who am I going to tell? Does this give people the opportunity to give me their opinions of what went wrong?
Yes, I’m overweight. It’s not a huge surprise. It’s not as if I woke up one morning and thought Holy Crap - when did I get such a big ■■■. I just don’t want to be “policed” by others 24/7 when they find out I have Diabetes now. It has been my observation that the “pc” filter vanishes when you’re diagnosed with an illness, disease, or hell, even a pregnancy. Some of the things I’ve heard people say are so intolerable. My initial reaction is to club them over the head or back over them with my car. At this point I am only discussing my diagnosis with those who need to know.
Thanks for the opportunity to vent. This has really helped to calm down my internal tantrum.