Monday, September 21, 2015

Into the Tube

Just before Labor Day weekend, I was carrying groceries into my house.  As I bent over to put them down on the floor, I felt my whole insides shift.  It didn't feel good and made me nauseated.  That was followed by pain in my abdomen, like little knives sticking me and a general achy-ness.  Anytime I had to bend, that happened.  I had to hold onto myself to roll over in bed.  And the big fun - acid tummy (and reflux) like you wouldn't believe.  I had to sleep sitting up.  Tums didn't help.  Nothing seemed to help.  I had a few very fitful nights of sleep, I can tell you!

I called my doctor the day after the holiday and got worked into the schedule that day.  I've had instances of abdominal pain for quite a while (though nothing like this) and it wasn't ever consistent.  He looked back through my history and palpated my belly.  He said enough was enough and he was going to schedule a CT scan for me.

I showed up for my appointment on Wednesday, but there was a problem with the machine, so I was rescheduled.

Friday, I turned up again (fasting).  I got to drink down two large (pints) containers of the barium which tasted like vanilla flavored Pepto-Bismal.  Abysmal is more like it.  Hideous stuff.  When I'd finished that off, I was led back to a bathroom with a lovely warm hospital gown waiting for me.  Wish there'd been instructions too.  Putting it on felt like a test I failed.  After putting it on, I crossed the hallway to where the CT machine was.  I climbed up on the table and they put in an IV for the contrast after a couple of non-contrast scans were made. 

Getting a CT really isn't a big deal.  I'd had one before (though not for the abdomen).  The table slides in and out of the scanner and I have to hold my breath when the machine tells me to (about 15 seconds). 

But the abdominal CT is different.  First the barium drink, then the contrast which makes you feel like you're wetting yourself and your mouth tastes funny.  And finally, an enema, which wasn't as bad as I feared.  I actually didn't feel anything except the urge to go.  There were a few more trips in and out of the tube and then I could get up to get dressed.

I spent a little time in the bathroom before emerging and went to work.  Piece of cake, I thought.

Nope.  A few hours later, my stomach started gurgling and my whole belly hurt.  Moving hurt.  Apparently the barium is hard on a tummy.  I went home early and spent the rest of the day on the couch - and the whole day after that.  By about 4, I was feeling pretty human again.

Next time, I'll be more prepared and just take the whole day off.

I'm glad to have had it done though.  They get a look at everything from the lungs down.  Now I just have to wait until they're done looking and call me with results. 

The possibilities:  hernia (internal), stomach cancer, diverticulitis, ovarian cancer, uterine cancer, pancreatic cancer, intussuception (which I had as an infant and apparently if you have it once, it's not unusual to have it again), cysts...  there's a lot going on in the abdomen so the pain could be almost anything.  The one symptom that seems to be missing from a possible cancer diagnosis is weight-loss.  I don't know if that rules it out or not.

Basically, I'm not worrying until there is reason to worry - and will try not to worry then either because worrying is pretty much a waste of time.  I do want to know though, so that I can take whatever action is needed as soon as possible.  Wish me luck, ya'll!

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Love letter to Larry

I'm not sure how many years ago it was that I first got into Larry.  It's been a long, long time though.  My friend Kelly introduced us and it's been wonderful ever since.  Larry knows my likes, dislikes and preferences.  Larry knows I hate mustard and am allergic to raw tomatoes.  Larry has been a steadfast companion for so long, than when anyone ever asks me where I disappear to during lunch, I always say "Larry's!"

Don't freak out.  I still love my husband, but I've been having a love affair at lunch for years - with Larry's Giant Subs.

At first, it was the sub combo.  Medium Animal (ham & turkey) on white with mayo and lettuce.  Fritos and sweet tea.  Then the sweet tea became unsweet with Splenda.  My "usual" for YEARS.

When I went gluten-free for a while, I'd drop by and pick up a container of chicken salad or egg salad for lunch.  

Now that I'm watching what I eat in a serious way, my order has changed again.  When I really feel the need to bite into something, I order a turkey club on a spinach wrap (no mustard, no tomatoes).  When the biting urge isn't so bad, I have the chef salad.

And then there's the soup...  my favorite is Jambalaya Thursdays (A hearty Creole classic that features long grain white rice, tender chunks of chicken, smoky sausage, ham, onions and green bell peppers simmered in a tomato-infused chicken stock seasoned with chili pepper, garlic and oregano) followed closely by Crab & Cream Bisque (Sweet firm crab meat, Old Bay® seasoning and a splash of sherry come together beautifully in this unabashedly indulgent bisque. Finished with a flourish of fresh cream).  The crab isn't there on a specific day, so it's always a pleasant surprise to find it on the soup board.

What I really love (besides Michelle and April, who are almost always behind the counter making the sandwiches) is that I can still visit Larry's and not feel like I'm totally busting my diet.  It makes a difference in feeling successful at this weight-loss thing if you can eat out like a normal person and still be able to make good choices.  The fact that the good choices are actually GOOD is a bonus! 

Thanks for being there, Larry.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Number THREE!

I've been wearing a FitBit for quite a while now.  I used to hate the thing because everyone I knew was racking up WAY more steps than I was.  I was really starting to have an inferiority complex.  My job is at a desk and it's not unusual for me to sit down and not move for most of the day. 

I have stairs at home, so I usually do pretty well on the stairs, but the steps were a real challenge for me.  I'd get tired or sore or just not feel like walking - and the numbers showed it. 

As I've been feeling pretty good for a little while though, I've been up-ping my walking, either walking the dogs before going to work, or taking a walk during my lunch break or early before I even sit down to start my day at the desk. 

Every week, FitBit sends me a "progress report", which sums up what I've been up to for the week, which I've always kind of dreaded opening up (but I always do.)  In that report, my performance is compared to my friends' performances.  I have some pretty serious walkers as FitBit friends and I'm usually somewhere down at the bottom of the list (5 or 6) unless someone's lost their FitBit or their battery died or they forgot to take it off before swimming.

 So maybe you can appreciate how excited I was when I opened my report today and saw this:
(Chala and Lisa are still kicking my butt, but I'm getting better at this!  Don't pay attention to the calories or weight category - I don't update the parts that make that up very often.)

Hi Sayre, here are your weekly stats.
Aug 24, 2015 to Aug 30, 2015
Tue, Aug 25

Sat, Aug 29
7,089 steps
14,082 steps

20.75 miles
2.96 miles
5.89 miles

6 floors
10 floors

2,310 cals
2,705 cals

16175 cals burned
3396 cals eaten
-5250 plan deficit

0.1 lb
236.4 lb
236.5 lb

6 hrs 42 min
0hrs 8min

Last week's step winners
1 Chala F.
150,204 steps
2 lisaschaos
141,241 steps
3 Sayre
49,625 steps
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What's the buzz?

Thursday, August 27, 2015

I am the Tortoise

I've been walking the dogs a lot lately.   Every other day or so, I get up early and start, taking them one at a time around the neighborhood for about a half hour each.  3 dogs = 1.5 hours of walking.  Some days, like today, I can't seem to get it together afterwards to speedily get to work.  That's why I do it on days when I know I don't have meetings or conference calls to worry about.  Today, I'm taking a half day of annual because it's taking me a while to cool down.

This morning, I needed to jog a little to get out of the way of a car backing out of its driveway.  It occurred to me that I don't leave the ground easily anymore.  There's an uncomfortable heaving and bouncing and thudding that happens when I have to move quickly like that. 

I like to walk.  One foot in front of the other, plodding away the steps and the time in a regular, steady fashion.  I don't bounce, but I do move.  By the time I finish the first half-hour lap, I'm sweating and the dog is panting.  Switch to a new dog and we start over again.  When I get home from that lap, I'm breathing pretty hard and my clothes are clinging to me.
As I finish the final lap with the third dog, they're all grinning like maniacs and I suspect I might be too, since the end is finally here.  I am dripping with sweat and radiating heat.  A shower at this point would be useless, as I'd still be sweating when I got out.  So I allow myself to cool down - drink a lot of water, maybe check email and facebook.  And when I'm finally no longer actively sweating, I shower and head for work.

I don't like exercise.  I really don't.  It's hot and messy and uncomfortable - but I'm doing it.  I can't see any results yet, but I can feel them.  I'm a little happier.  A little more productive.  I'm eating better and choosing my food more wisely.  I take my vitamins and supplements and keep track of my blood sugar and all of these things are pointing to a healthier me. 

I wish I were a hare - quick results with little effort...  but I'm not.  I have to try.  Hard.  And it takes me a long, long time to get anywhere.  But I will get there.  Maybe not in a year, but I'll be well on my way by then because I STARTED now.  I'll get there and I WILL win this race to get my health back.

I am the Tortoise. 

The Tortoise and the Hare
an Aesop Fable  (from

        One day a hare was bragging about how fast he could run. He bragged and bragged and even laughed at the tortoise, who was so slow. The tortoise stretched out his long neck and challenged the hare to a race, which, of course, made the hare laugh. 

      "My, my, what a joke!" thought the hare.

     "A race, indeed, a race. Oh! what fun! My, my! a race, of course, Mr. Tortoise, we shall race!" said the hare.

     The forest animals met and mapped out the course. The race begun, and the hare, being such a swift runner, soon left the tortoise far behind. About halfway through the course, it occurred to the hare that he had plenty of time to beat the slow trodden tortoise.

       "Oh, my!" thought the hare, "I have plenty of time to play in the meadow here."

     And so he did.

     After the hare finished playing, he decided that he had time to take a little nap.

     "I have plenty of time to beat that tortoise," he thought. And he cuddle up against a tree and dozed.

     The tortoise, in the meantime, continued to plod on, albeit, it ever so slowly. He never stopped, but took one good step after another.

    The hare finally woke from his nap. "Time to get going," he thought. And off he went faster than he had ever run before! He dashed as quickly as anyone ever could up to the finish line, where he met the tortoise, who was patiently awaiting his arrival.

The moral of the story?  Slow and steady wins the race.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Simplifying My Days

This particular subject is something I have struggled with, and still do as new priorities take the place of old ones. For me, a perfect day looks like this:

– Wake up with plenty of time to have a relaxed and not rushed morning

– Breakfast a half hour after I wake up
– Make walking or some other form of exercise a priority and do it early in the day so I won’t stress about it later.
– Go to work and do what needs to be done, one thing at a time. Don’t let other people’s stresses become MY stresses. I have enough of those on my own. I enjoy my job and the people I work with,
but sometimes they do get over-wound. I try not to let that be me.
– Spend time with my son and my husband, even if we’re not doing anything, face-time and talking-time is important.
– Go to bed early enough to get a good night’s sleep before the next day starts the cycle again.
Doing these things consciously has made a huge difference in how I feel about my life!

This post was inspired by THIS post from Mark and Angel Hack Life

I've been a huge fan of this website for several years.  I don't visit it often, but whenever I do, I always find something that speaks directly to me.

Sunday, August 23, 2015


Ninety-two...  this is not the temperature outside.  This is not the number of dollars in my wallet.  This is not the age at which I plan to expire. 

Ninety-two was my blood glucose reading this morning!!!!

For those of you who know little to nothing about diabetes, this is big news - especially for me.  My diabetes has been out of control for a while.  The medication I was taking made me so sick that I'd decided to stop taking it and I was leery of trying something new because my mother, who is also diabetic, had such a severe reaction to a new diabetes medication that it nearly killed her (finally, a dermatologist was able to figure out what was wrong).  I take after her in that way - if there is a rare but serious side effect to a drug, it usually shows up in me.  This is just one of the reasons I want to get off prescription drugs as soon as possible.

Anyway, back to that ninety-two...  My doctor started me on a new diabetes drug called Glipizide.  I checked my body every day for side effects.  I did find a black spot on the bottom of one foot, which I watched.  It never opened up and faded away after a week, so this new medication seems good to go.  In the next week, I watched my numbers start to drop, but my morning fasting numbers, while dropping, were still high.  I have a little note taped to the inside of my testing kit that tells me what my blood sugar levels SHOULD be (for a normal person) and the fasting numbers are 80-120.  That 120 is actually a little high for a type 2 diabetic - my doctor told me to aim for 100 or less.  Still, I was seeing 125 to 145 on a regular basis while fasting. 

I've been doing my AdvoCare, which regulated my eating and provided me lots of vitamin support and exercising pretty hard every other day (I have to work up to this - my body's not used to it!), and I'd get the occasional 110 or even 107, but still, as a rule, I was 125+ in the morning.

After my endocrinologist got my blood work back, she called and said my A1C was at 8, which is still too high but I did a happy dance anyway because the last time I had that tested it was at 8.5 - so I saw that as progress.  She also said she wanted me to start taking the Glipizide at night, which I started doing about a week ago, while continuing my eating and exercise regimen.

And this morning - 92!  Numbers rarely mean much to me, but I cried this morning.  I actually did.  It's been so long since I've made progress in anything health-wise, and I know I really need to fix my health if I want to live a life uncomplicated by blindness or kidney failure or amputation.  Obesity is a major complication in and of itself with the heart issues and stroke possibilities (which run in my family - almost all of my mother's side family dies of heart/stroke).  If I can fix my health, there is longevity on both sides that I'd love to take advantage of.  It feels like I'm making progress.

For those of you who are curious, these are the numbers on my little blood sugar levels note in my testing kit:

On waking up (before eating breakfast)    80-120
Before meals                                              80-120
2 hours after meals                                    160 or less
At bedtime                                                 100-140

I usually fall somewhere in those numbers at the appropriate times now that my morning reading is on track.  My previous meter readings were in the mid-200s!

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

End of the Challenge

I've been doing the 24-Day Challenge from AdvoCare...  It starts with a 10 day cleanse, then the Max phase which is 14 days.  Lots of people have dropped a lot of weight - but I'm not one of them.  I've dropped a little, though it's hard to pin down.  I drink so much water during the day that my weight fluctuates by five pounds or so throughout the day.

What I CAN tell you is that I put on my not-so-fat jeans and they were very comfortable.  A bit loose, in fact!  I can't remember when those jeans have been at all comfortable.  I might have been able to zip them up in the past, but only after a major suck-in.  This time, the zipper went right up without me even thinking about it.

While I didn't stick to the Challenge rigidly, I was fairly close and I learned a few things about my eating habits:

1)  I need to eat about every 2.5 to 3 hours to maintain my blood sugar levels or they go too low (!).
2)  It is possible to be satisfied with a smallish piece of meat (chicken breast/pork chop/hamburger-no bun) and some steamed vegetables for dinner.  If I need a bit of "sweet", a piece of fruit is lovely.
3)  When I take vitamins and eat reasonably, my body wants to move!  I've been walking the dogs in the mornings when it's cool and it makes my body so much happier...  My head too.
4)  I don't need coffee - or even tea.  I'm not slowing my body down with food, so after a good night's sleep, it's ready to get up and go.  No stimulants needed.  I'm pretty much drinking water now and that's it.
5)  Speaking of sleep, I'm doing that better too.  My fitbit monitors my sleep and I've had much fewer wakings and restless episodes.  I do wake up a couple of times to pee - a side effect of all that water I'm drinking.

I can say this - I like what AdvoCare puts out.  It helps me eat in a much more reasonable manner and now that my body is in the repairing process, I expect to be dropping more weight soon.  In fact, I liked this challenge and how I feel so much that I decided to become a distributor!  For me, that's saying something.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015


I think my body is starting to adjust.  I just have to remember to eat to keep my blood sugar from going too low.  Other than that, I'm feeling pretty good!  One day, I'll have to remember to take my "before" pictures so I can actually see my progress one day.

I've been avoiding sugar and artificial sweeteners for a little more than a month now.  Very little bread or pasta.  I think that's part of the reason things are evening out a little.  One thing that surprised me though is how awful sugary things taste now.  We had a baby shower at work and I was such a good girl - I passed up the bread (it was a luncheon-thing) and ate fruit and veggies and a bit of egg salad and chicken salad.  There was also a cake and mini-cupcakes.  I decided to try one of the mini-cupcakes - how bad could it be?

Awful, as it turned out.  I just had a little bite of one and threw it away.  The taste was just terrible.  All around me people were commenting on how yummy the cakes were and I couldn't stand them!  I actually take this as a good sign though.  That means my body doesn't want or crave sugar anymore.

I do have a tiny bit from time to time.  Usually baked into something else but it's a token amount.  Last night, I brought my husband a chocolate mousse from the bookstore.  I adore chocolate mousse, but I didn't want to ruin all my hard work and sacrifice, so I asked him if I could have a tiny bite of his.  He was skeptical that it would end there, but the tiny bite was enough for me.  I rather liked that mousse - not sugary at all, but excellent on the chocolaty-ness.  And one tiny bite satisfied.  It was AWESOME to feel that kind of control over my eating.  I want to keep going!

Friday, August 7, 2015

How low can it go?

This morning, I had blood work done, then went home for breakfast before going to get a new driver's license.  By the time I got to work, I knew I had to have a snack, so I did (1/2 c. cottage cheese and a carrot).  That was around 10am.  That should have been good to hold me until lunch around 12:30 or so, but at 11:30 I was feeling a bit wobbly and checked my blood sugar.


Seriously????  How can that be?  I think I'd better find out how low it can go before I need to seek help - in the 50s?  40s? 

Just looked - apparently anything under 60 is pretty dangerous (passing out, coma).  I need to read more about that.  I just don't know why it went that low.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015


I went to see an endocrinologist yesterday.  My doctor recommended it because my diabetes was getting out of hand.  A month passed between the time I saw my doctor and my endocrinologist appointment and in that time, I pretty much cut out sugar and artificial sweeteners (still use a little here and there).  I also started doing the AdvoCare 24 day challenge and was on day 7 when I went in.

They weighed me and pricked my finger to test my sugar.  Then they took me into a little room and did my blood pressure (108/63) and told me to take my shoes and socks off.

After a bit, the endocrinologist (Dr. H) came in.  She's been checking my meter readings and looking over my paperwork.  She was quite impressed with what I'd managed to accomplish in a month and asked me to go get lab work done this week so we could have a more recent reading of how I'm doing.

My last A1C was 8.5 (bad!), but she seems to think I might come in right around 7.0 this time.  We'll do it again in another 2 months (for my GP) and she'll see what kind of progress has been made in that time.

She also poked my feet and was pleased that I could feel everything.  I am hoping that by seriously addressing this now, I can avoid most, if not all, complications of having diabetes.  I go back to see her again in November.

I'm feeling most encouraged.

Thursday, July 30, 2015


I've been working on this blood sugar thing for a while.  My biggest frustration has been my fasting blood sugar.  Originally it had been up in the 200s (very, very bad), then it came down into the 170s with medication and I've been working on diet to bring it further down.

I seemed to hit a roadblock between 125 and 145.  I just couldn't get it any lower no matter what I did. 

Does blood glucose work like weight loss?  Is there a glucose "plateau"?  I was stuck at 125 - 145 for WEEKS. 

And now, this morning.... drumroll...   110!  If there is a plateau, it appears to have broken.  Can't wait to see what tomorrow's is.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Stranger in the Sun

I went out to get lunch today...  my favorite sub shop.  I don't get subs anymore though.  They happen to also have terrific salads and soups and I'll indulge in a wrap if my blood sugar is particularly low (turkey club).

As I left with my healthy lunch in hand, I spotted a young man sitting at one of the outdoor tables alone.  He was an employee, taking a break.  He sat there, face turned to the sun with a cigarette in one hand and a coke in the other, eyes shut and looking pretty serene.

Part of me envied that carefree attitude and youth - and part of me wanted to kick that iron chair out from under him and explain a few truths.

Like - Put on some sunscreen!  It's just after noon.  The sun is at it's highest point and you're sitting here with your shaved head and everything is turning just a little pink.  Haven't you heard that in a few years they're going to start cutting chunks out of you in an effort to stop the melanoma from spreading?  At the very least, you'll have plenty of divots where "suspicious" spots are going to be removed for examination.  You won't be quite so pretty then.  Put on some sunscreen and wear a hat.

Like - Trade that coke out for some water.  I heard on the radio yesterday that a study was just released stating that even ONE sugared drink a day is enough to start damaging your body and setting the stage for obesity and diabetes - even at your young, thin, immortal college age.  Never mind the damage to your teeth.  Dump the coke (sweet tea, sprite, red bull, latte, etc.).  Your body will thank you when it's older.

Like - Hasn't anyone learned anything about tobacco????   I quit 10 years ago and there are days when I can STILL feel the effects.  Aside from the cruddy lungs and possible cancer and not being able to finish a sentence without gasping for air, there's the cost and the smell...  OMG, the smell!  I didn't realize until I quit just how bad cigarette smoke smelled and the stale stuff that clings to your clothing is even worse.  My body wants to heave every time I catch a whiff.  If you're gonna smoke, please don't hang out around any babies or children or pets.  It's just not fair to compromise them with your bad habit.

But I didn't say any of those things.  The world shouts them from TVs and radios and magazines and mothers and still people don't listen (I was guilty too).  I just walked by, got in my car and went back to work.

Monday, July 27, 2015


I went to the eye doctor today.  In the last two weeks, I've noticed a lot more blurriness in both my near sight and my far sight.  My eyes are quite healthy with no nerve damage or any degeneration due to diabetes.  Most of my sight problems are due to plain old aging - but the sudden onset of blurriness is concerning. 

Doc thinks it's because of the rollercoaster blood sugar and once that stabilizes my vision should go back to normal.  I told him I started two new medications a few weeks ago, and he allowed that they might be causing some of this.  I'm weaning off the Topamax because I'm not sure why I'm on it.  It's an anti-epileptic and anti-migraine medication (not problems that I have), but it also has a sometime side effect of weight loss.  Since I've been on it, I've gained two pounds, so no reason to stay on.  Once that's out of my system, we'll see what we have to work with.

I've been blessed with awesome eyesight.  It didn't even start to go downhill until I hit 45 and even then it was just some minor blurriness up close.  I've gotten by with readers for the last 8 years and I still haven't hit the maximum strength yet.  I'm hoping that this current issue clears up by itself very soon...

Fasting:  141
Pre-lunch:  84
2 hrs. post lunch:  228  (it was a naughty lunch - two tacos and two burritos from Taco Bell)

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Fell at work today

Blood sugar was too low, I think.  I was feeling a little shaky while walking down the hall and one of my feet didn't quite lift up far enough to take the next step.  Next thing I know, my full glass of water was up in the air and I was hitting the floor. 

Good thing it was just water.  If it had been red Kool-aid, the hallway would look like a horror movie.  I'm okay.  I banged my knee a little and I have a bit of rug burn on my right knee and leg but otherwise unscathed.  There is, I fear, a security video somewhere of this event.  Probably looks quite silly.  I am the queen of tripping over nothing.

My blood sugar has been coming down.  My fasting sugars have been lowering to between 129 and 147 in the mornings.  I take my glipizie 30 minutes before breakfast, eat, and then before lunch my blood sugar is usually quite low - like between 75 and 95, which is more like a fasting level.  That seems a little out of whack to me.  Perhaps I need a more substantial breakfast.  The rest of the time, my numbers are good - it's just those two readings that are really crazy.

Friday, July 17, 2015

Things are improving

So, after the scary numbers, I've been walking the straight an narrow.  Salad at lunch.  Eggs/omelets for breakfast (no toast or grits or anything like that), some kind of meat and veggies for dinner.  No desserts.  LOTS of water.  The numbers are getting better.

Yesterday's numbers were 137 fasting and 86 before lunch.  Today's were 146 fasting and 91 before lunch.

In addition to being good in the food department, my doctor started me on a new diabetes medication that I have to take a half hour before eating in the morning.  I'm also on topamax which the pain managment doc gave me.  I'm not sure what effect these two meds are having but things are looking pretty good at the moment.

Tonight will definitely be difficult though.  It's game night.  Game night is usually pizza and dessert - the family we do this with alternates with us... one week we do the pizza and they do dessert and the next week we switch.  This is our week to do dessert.  I already told Angela I'd bring my own salad.  I'm still ruminating on dessert.  Maybe I'll bring some fruit for myself and her husband (who is also watching his diet) and something else for the others.  I'll see what's available when I get to the store.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Scary thing

I guess I was feeling a little cocky and a little reminiscent about my recent trip to Wales.  When my husband came in and asked if I wanted fish and chips for lunch, I said "sure!"  First off, the only option we had for that around here was Captain D's - and it is NOT the same thing.  What he came back with was some kind of unidentifiable fish fried with lots of crispy bits, french fries, fried shrimp and corn on the cob.  Like an idiot, I ate it.  All of it.

A couple of hours later, I checked my blood sugar and got a reading of 306.  THREE-O-SIX!  I've never seen a reading that high on me before.  At the top of the meter, it asked "Ketones?"  I had to look that up and I've got to tell you - that's some seriously bad news.

If you are suffering from diabetic ketoacidosis the early signs are likely to include:

  • Stomach pains
  • Nausea and/or vomiting
  • Breathlessness
  • Breath that smells fruity
In this instance, call your doctor as soon as possible as ketoacidosis is an extremely severe condition.

This condition can lead to diabetic coma and possibly death.   I didn't have any of the other symptoms besides the high blood sugar but it sure was a wake up call.

I'll be trying a new diabetes medication, starting tonight.  I haven't been taking anything for a while - I was on Metformin, but it made me so sick that I stopped taking it.  I've been reluctant to try something new because when my mother switched from Metformin to Jenuvia, she had a very bad reaction to it, resulting in vasculitis - which means she will never be able to have surgery again for the rest of her life.  I'll just have to monitor myself and make sure I notice anything that might be a reaction to this new medication.

What I do know is that I never want to see another reading that high again!

Blood Sugar Fasting:  172
Pre-lunch:  147

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

And so it begins...

I just had my annual physical.  This isn't news in and of itself - I have one every year.  But this year's was a little different.   I'm overweight.  That's NOT different.  I have diabetes.  That hasn't changed.   What has changed is my attitude.  I'm not a kid anymore.  I can't ignore health issues without consequences anymore.

Weight:  240.5
Fasting Blood Sugar:  189 mgdl
Blood Pressure:  132/67
A1C:  8.9

I have to do blood work in three months.  At that time, I'm hoping that my diabetes numbers are down by quite a bit. 

There's a plan.  I've been phasing out added sugars - tea is with half and half only.  No sugar.  No splenda.  Drinking water the rest of the time.  I'm going to severely limit sugary desserts.  I'm not saying NO anything because stuff like birthdays and holidays happen, but the cookie with lunch or the ice cream just because has to become a thing of the past. 

More difficult will be carbs.  I love pasta.  I like a nice piece of bread.  Rice goes with everything.  And my salivary glands kick into high gear when I smell freshly fried chicken.  It's not going to be easy.  I know this.  I need to do it though - my life and my quality of life depends on it.

There are also drugs to be used, supplements and vitamins.  I'm not crazy about the drug aspect of this, but if there are no bad side effects, I'll do it.  Bariatric surgery had been considered.  The paperwork guru of my doctor's office isn't sure I'll qualify for my insurance though, so we're going this route for now.

Today is the first day.  Tomorrow will be the next day.  More later.