I had a well woman check up last week with Pap Smear, Mammogram, and alot of lab work. I hate those things and always worry about the Pap and mammogram until I get the results back. The lab I don't usually worry about. I got a call yesterday to come in this morning to discuss the results. Pap and mammogram were normal, which was good news. However, my cholesterol was high, good cholesterol was low, Vitamin D was very low (12 while normal is 30-100), and worst of all my Hemoglobin A1C was 6.5, which showed I have diabetes.
While I'm sitting there with my mouth open, my doctor gave me a pneumonia and a flu shot (said all diabetics needed them), gave me a glucometer to check my blood sugar several times a day, put me on a baby Aspirin (said she put all her diabetics on them), Caltrate + Vitamin D, and Victoza injections every day. She wants me to jump start a weight loss program and says the Victoza will stabilize my blood sugar as well as decrease my appetite. She wants to see me in a month at which time she'll probably start me on Glucophage for my diabetes. Meanwhile, she wants me exercising every day and on a 1800 cal, low fat, low cholesterol, high fiber diet.
I just need to vent: I refuse, refuse, refuse (write in having a temper tantrum here
) to be a diabetic
, I don't want to diet or exercise, I hate taking pills and have always had trouble swallowing them, I hate shots and sure don't want to give myself one every day (I don't care how small the Victoza needle is), I don't want to do fingersticks several times a day, I don't want to count carbs, and to top it all off, I'm sitting here looking at a big bag of Hershey's Kisses I bought just yesterday, that I now can't have. Not just that, but we are leaving in ten days to go down to WDW for the Food & Wine Festival and I want to Eat around the World, dadblast it. We're also on the DDP and I want my desserts.
I have to go back to my doctor in a month to see if the cholesterol and weight comes down and to let her take a look at my fingerstick log, so of course she'll know if I pig out down at WDW, plus the Victoza is going to kill my appetite anyway. Can you tell I'm not taking this well?
I know I'm acting like a spoiled brat, but this just came as such a shock, totally out of the blue today and I am so not prepared for it, especially with a WDW trip in ten days.


I just need to vent: I refuse, refuse, refuse (write in having a temper tantrum here



