Hello everyone. Please bear with me as I figure out all the cool stuff this forum can do. Further I ask your patience in hearing from me stuff that is likely old hat and perhaps cliche for many of you.
So, ok, I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes on 6/2/10. Though four years ago I was told I was on the road to diabetes. Well I've arrived. I had an A1C of 10.
I am on 2000 mg of metformin, Zocol, and a daily injection of something called Victoza, plus checking my blood something like 7 or 8 times a day.
Please don't take offense, but to me this is a horror show. I suppose I will settle in and get used to it, I will get there. But I am not there yet, and I won't get there by avoiding being here. And here it is a horror show of constant relentless self imposed violations and mini-mutilation of my skin, graphic and dire consequences if I fail, and a redifinition of success, not as conquering, but as slowing down something progressive and irreversible.
It took me 20 minutes to do my first injection. 20 minutes of revulsion and fear and anger. I've got that down to a minute or less. I hope some day to laugh at it, and laugh at myself for being such a woosie, but, well, I'm not there yet. I started out doing them in the afternoon, as I am groggy in the morning and I wanted to be clear headed and mindful as I learned all the steps. Now that I know what I am doing, I do it first thing in the morning, so as to not have this 'thing", this dread, hanging over my whole day.
And I have all this stuff, all this medical stuff, to deal with, figure out, learn. Classes and handouts, and plastic food models, and charts to fill out before I eat, charts to fill out after I eat. I mean its not like I had nothing else to do.
OK jokes over. I don't want to play anymore. I don't want to be a diabetic. Where is the exit, the off button.
I was told that I could make this all go away if I lost 100 lbs. I can do that, sure, if I eat nothing but dry toast and ice water for two years. Oh wait, can I eat toast?
The person I was on June 1 seems so very far away. And I can never go back there. Even if I do everything right, I can never get back to that person. I can never not be a diabetic.
Sorry, I haven't been taking this well. Still in all, this is more of a pity party than I intended. And the sarcasm does not make a good first impression, I know. I hope to be able to look at this post someday in the future and laugh at it as well. Until then thank you for letting me rant.