hiwaygal
Only someone as wonderful as Donna can get my PM's
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I hesitated posting here under my usual user name. But I'm tired of trying to remember all that crap. I think one of my new motto's is "KISS".
As this is a support forum, that is what Im requesting.
I know I have not been doing what I should have been doing with regards to my physical and emotional well-being and I think Im starting to actually feel the price Im paying. And Im scared.
The good news: maybe whats going on is what finally made me schedule a doctor appointment (for next week the earliest I could get one).
The bad news: well, I guess there isnt any except facing the consequences of my choices over the past year or so. Nowhere to go but up, right?
Some of my excuses are just that excuses. Some of them are dependent on things going on in my life. Limitations, both emotional and financial, have kept me from seeing a doctor and keeping up with my medications. But those financial limitations havent kept me from following a decent diet plan, exercising, and not testing regularly (among other things).
So as I sit at my desk on this Monday afternoon, eating my crap-tacular salad bar lunch (low carb, dont ya know) I find myself in need of support and understanding; a sympathetic ear. And yes, maybe a little bit of a pity party. Is that too much to ask?
I think what finally got me moving this morning was a dream I was having last night. I kept waking up from the dream but my brain could not switch between reality and semi-consciousness. I literally couldnt tell if I was awake or still dreaming, and which reality I was in. When I did finally choose one, I realized what I had been doing. It was a weird feeling.
My body feels like it is beginning to betray me. My brain wants to do some things but my body just wont or cant. Walking is becoming painful; my muscles feel so weak. How much of this is diabetes? How much is hypothyroid? How much is lack of exercise? How much is mental and how much is physical? I know no one can answer these questions but still they come.
I realized yesterday that if I dont do something, Im going to end up in a hospital. Part of me doesnt think that would be so bad. Just stick me in there and get me well. Of course, isnt that the magic pill we all want? On the other hand, my responsible self realizes that I cant afford a hospital visit. So I need a Plan B.
Plan B, Step 1 make a doctor appointment, preferably with an endocrinologist. DONE! I wont go into the inane and insipid conversation I had with the gal scheduling said appointment. Mostly because Im sure my perceptions are skewed. Suffice to say I will be seeing someone next week. And the waiting begins.
Plan B, Step 2 grocery shopping tonight for simple, grab and go, LOW CARB, good things for breakfast, lunch, and snacks at work. Stimulating (not). Sometimes I hate grocery shopping. And since we must tighten our belt straps, we have all our coupons to go through while we are at the store tonight. Well be lucky to get home with enough time to cook dinner, let alone eat it.
Plan B, Step 3 wait? There are more steps? I havent gotten that far
I have started taking (again) what few medications I do have. But there are some Im simply out of and cant get without a script. Im not holding my breath that next weeks doctor visit will be very productive (based on my limited recent experience). So Im doing what I can, I guess.
Maybe Step 3 should be to start exercising a bit. But now its getting overwhelming (baby steps, right?).
Can anyone relate?
As this is a support forum, that is what Im requesting.
I know I have not been doing what I should have been doing with regards to my physical and emotional well-being and I think Im starting to actually feel the price Im paying. And Im scared.
The good news: maybe whats going on is what finally made me schedule a doctor appointment (for next week the earliest I could get one).
The bad news: well, I guess there isnt any except facing the consequences of my choices over the past year or so. Nowhere to go but up, right?
Some of my excuses are just that excuses. Some of them are dependent on things going on in my life. Limitations, both emotional and financial, have kept me from seeing a doctor and keeping up with my medications. But those financial limitations havent kept me from following a decent diet plan, exercising, and not testing regularly (among other things).
So as I sit at my desk on this Monday afternoon, eating my crap-tacular salad bar lunch (low carb, dont ya know) I find myself in need of support and understanding; a sympathetic ear. And yes, maybe a little bit of a pity party. Is that too much to ask?
I think what finally got me moving this morning was a dream I was having last night. I kept waking up from the dream but my brain could not switch between reality and semi-consciousness. I literally couldnt tell if I was awake or still dreaming, and which reality I was in. When I did finally choose one, I realized what I had been doing. It was a weird feeling.
My body feels like it is beginning to betray me. My brain wants to do some things but my body just wont or cant. Walking is becoming painful; my muscles feel so weak. How much of this is diabetes? How much is hypothyroid? How much is lack of exercise? How much is mental and how much is physical? I know no one can answer these questions but still they come.
I realized yesterday that if I dont do something, Im going to end up in a hospital. Part of me doesnt think that would be so bad. Just stick me in there and get me well. Of course, isnt that the magic pill we all want? On the other hand, my responsible self realizes that I cant afford a hospital visit. So I need a Plan B.
Plan B, Step 1 make a doctor appointment, preferably with an endocrinologist. DONE! I wont go into the inane and insipid conversation I had with the gal scheduling said appointment. Mostly because Im sure my perceptions are skewed. Suffice to say I will be seeing someone next week. And the waiting begins.
Plan B, Step 2 grocery shopping tonight for simple, grab and go, LOW CARB, good things for breakfast, lunch, and snacks at work. Stimulating (not). Sometimes I hate grocery shopping. And since we must tighten our belt straps, we have all our coupons to go through while we are at the store tonight. Well be lucky to get home with enough time to cook dinner, let alone eat it.
Plan B, Step 3 wait? There are more steps? I havent gotten that far
I have started taking (again) what few medications I do have. But there are some Im simply out of and cant get without a script. Im not holding my breath that next weeks doctor visit will be very productive (based on my limited recent experience). So Im doing what I can, I guess.
Maybe Step 3 should be to start exercising a bit. But now its getting overwhelming (baby steps, right?).
Can anyone relate?

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We moved recently and I've seen exactly two doctors. One who upon his entrance into the waiting room proceeded to lecture me on smoking. It wasn't why I was there and he didn't even ask - just started. I got pissed and nearly walked out on him. Needless to say I will NOT be going back there.
Ummm...you are endocrinologists. I have other endocrine issues. What about those? So who knows what this doctor is going to do/say.
You really (as you know) need to see and endo for those issues.. Are there others you can ask your GP for a referral to see? Rate MD is awesome in my opinion, for getting feedback.. It must be difficult in another city than you are used to...
.. It may be different here vs the USA.. But I have to tell you, that I credit my GP with his sending me to many specialists to discover what I have/Had.. He is only great for a prescription really, but boy does he have some great specialists..



I should have let him. I do not like to go to doctors and will wait a while to see them. I do have a fairly good PCP now but I still don't go as often as I should.
) Her daughter, my aunt, had diabetes as well, but with modern medicine and good control, she lived into her 80s with relatively few complications.
so I'm going to post it. We saw 42 last night at the movies, and today is Jackie Robinson day in MLB, where all players wear the number 42. I have the Sox game on and my DD asked me a question about Jackie Robinson so I looked it up. I actually had two screens open and had written what I wrote above, when I read this about Robinson:
How weird is that?