Well. Lose one problem and gain another, isn’t that just life? I finally get a solid path out of 17 years of pain only to discover that somewhere in those years, I’ve become diabetic. I suppose in the overall scheme of things, it could be worse, but it kind of feels like one of those “aw, fuck, man, now this?” things at the moment.
Doctor’s visit is on the 21st and I have to essentially eat dirt until then because the counts are so high right now that I am at risk. (I won’t bother scaring anyone by saying of what, but suffice to say it is scaring the fuck out of me, and that’s saying something.)
Water, fruits and veggies (mostly raw), and no processed carbs until the 21st. I can do this. Having to cut out milk for the time being, and all additives to coffee or tea. Shouldn’t be too hard and meh, I suppose it will get me on healthier terms with food (which is a good thing).
I have no idea yet if it’s 1 or 2, but suspect 2 with relative lack of symptoms (surprisingly, actually, as the count is ridiculous approaching critical).
Think I’m going to go distract myself with Netflix and hit the sack early. Feeling kind of insular in this moment.