Fight for my health.
Beg for understanding when I'm too sick.
Point out that someone isn't really listening.
Explain myself.
Be the one to show someone they're behavior isn't kind or compassionate.
Listen to silence after asking a question.
Be disrespected on a daily basis.
Allow myself to be demoralized by another's actions or inactions.
DREAM of living my life like it's MY life--I should be living it that way.
But honestly, one of the top things I shouldn't have to fight for being able to change my diet as my doctors urge. When I'm told by my doctors there are certain things I have to avoid and things I need to focus on when it comes to my diet. It's critical, because with the pre-diabetes issue, which is no laughing matter, I have to be diligent. Where the diligence falls to the wayside are things that are out of my control, be it grocery shopping, choosing the food, and cooking. I've said I'm sick, but I don't think people realize how sick.
I can't shop for groceries or cook right now. I simply can't, even if I try very hard. Without the gory details I can say that things are very bad for me right now, health wise, and I have to fight like hell to fix what's going wrong with my blood sugar. My family history I can't afford to be lax. My mom and oldest sister passed away due to diabetic complications.
I can't wish away pre-diabetes. I can't sit here and hope that, out of the blue, things will right themselves. It takes purposeful action. I have to eat the right foods, cooked the right way, and scale back the stress and anxiety to a minimum. Right now I'm with someone who isn't on board with this and who is just as happy to eat pizza and cookies as salmon and salad (my faves).
Well. I have to stop here because I'm not feeling well. But I will be revisiting this topic soon, most likely tomorrow.
And.. life goes on.....
Showing posts with label pre diabetes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pre diabetes. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
One Hundred and Twenty One.
My mom and oldest sister both died of complications that began with diabetes. That puts me at risk, a much higher risk of developing type II diabetes than the average person who doesn't have a family history. And yet---I somehow just... don't... care.
9 days ago my Endocrinologist, who diagnosed me, gave me a sample of medication I'm supposed to inject once a week. A 'sample' because some don't tolerate the medicine well AT ALL. On one hand that's a reason I've not started it yet, but on the other hand I don't want or need the horrific possible side effects and wonder if it's worth the risk. It's the only thing I can take at the time because of other health issues. But still...
I take my fasting blood sugar each morning and it's been fairly consistent, with this morning being 121 (elevated by about 10 points from a few days ago). Fluctuation is all. But it still doesn't register. I'm aware and I don't care.
At the moment, and probably not due to any blood sugar issue... I'm hurting all over. Time to lay down. Pain, pain, and more pain. Honestly, my intentions were to talk nutrition and plant-based diets vs other diets. I'm just too weak and uncomfortable. Maybe tomorrow....
Till later.....
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chronic illness,
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