So. I’m diabetic. Well, there’s a 95% probability that I am. The remaining 5% is that it’s a reaction to the combination of weight and a sedentary lifestyle (gee, thanks, 17 years misdiagnosis). They’ve put me on Metformin to get the blood sugar under control. I’m slated for a class on dietary changes and how to use this glucose monitor, then it’s shifting eating habits and to the gym with me (well, hopefully; I don’t get the decision there until June 9th).
This is my first night on Metformin and I’m here to tell you — it sucks. I have a sensation like the worst upset stomach I’ve ever had in my life and nothing helps. Not saltines. Not water. I’m afraid to take antacids until I get clearance from the doctor and I didn’t think to ask while I was there today.
They say it passes in a few days; I sure hope they’re right. I feel like I have a cement block in my stomach and no matter which way I try to rest, there just is no relief to be had.
Not much more to report really… counts on Monday were 348 and tonight, testing the monitor, 384. I start full-time monitoring (3x a day) tomorrow. No sugar. No carbs but complex ones. All the veggies I care to eat. Maybe Mongolion Grill for lunch.
I know it’s a good thing to get more focused on my health and eating habits, but it just really gripes me that I’ve spent this long trying to break out of a medical restriction I should never have received. Who knows? I might have avoided this all together. Of course, along this path lies malcontentment and suffering, so I’ll not walk it long. Tonight, however, for a moment, I’m indulging; gritting my teeth and growling for it.
I received a perscription for Chantix as well (to quit smoking). Amusingly, the insurance won’t cover it without talking to my doctor. Seriously, folks, WTF?!? Damn shame when insurance companies want to stiff you for trying to do the right thing for yourself.
Meh. Time to try sleeping again… wish me luck.