It all started when I went to the pharmacist around the first of the month. It's been ages since I've been in to see the doctor. So while it was an annoyance, it really wasn't much of a surprise when the pharmacy called the house and left a messages saying that the doctor wanted to see me before he filled my prescription. The problem is, I got this message on Friday night (after hours), and we were headed off to church camp the following Monday. The campground our church fellowship rents is over by Henryetta---over two hours away--leaving Monday morning as the only time I could get in to see the doctor. The doctor's office was good about it---they said I could come in and see the PA.
Well, I'll be honest--I hadn't been feeling well lately. I'd been getting really disgusted with myself for what I thought was just laziness (okay, I was in denial--I felt cruddy, but didn't want to admit it). I had a dull headache, I'd been peeing a lot--REALLY a lot--so truth to tell, I was already wondering what was going on. Well, my blood pressure and pulse were definitely up, and the PA sent me over to the lab for the routine blood test and urine specimin. Back in the exam room, she asked me if I had ever had trouble with my blood sugar being high. That didn't sound good.
I told her it had been borderline before---and she told me that I was spilling a lot of sugar into my urine. This was suddenly not a routine office visit anymore. She further notified me that my cholesteral and tryglyceride levels were so high that it was jacking up the test--she couldn't get a reading on my sugar from the test without sending the whole thing away. It was suddenly sounding worse.
She sent me back to the lab to have a finger stick sugar test---which came back 323.
I was there to see the PA because the doctor was booked to solid to see me that day. Back in the exam room, I waited for the PA. When the doctor (instead of the PA) walked in, I knew....
The first thing he asked me was which doctor was "managing my diabetes". Uh...I didn't know I had diabetes. Yeah, okay---I didn't "KNOW" I had diabetes---but no, I wasn't surprised. And I'm actually glad that they caught it before something awful happened.
So the diet starts tomorrow (yeah, I'm a little late---but that's how it worked out), and so does the exercise program. Meanwhile, I feel a lot better on the medicine, and I wish I hadn't waited so long. It was stupid for me to wait. And it could have been a lot worse.
So I'm a diabetic now. But I guess you could say I'm a lucky one.