And so it seems I have created the being which I really somewhere deep down inside never wanted to appear. I was, after a second blood test diagnosed with Diabetes. My Glucose level was 7.0 on the second reading 7.5 and there was I hoping that the sugar high over Christmas had something to do with it.
But, it seems that is wishful thinking, just as it was wishful thinking to think I could carry on being the way I was, feeling the way I do, having seen my Mum go through it, and then somehow fly under the radar. Anyway, now it seems I have to just get on with it and rely on my GP’s surgery to monitor and guide me through this so as not to make me go down hill. But my fear is justified seeing as my GP happily prescribes diet drugs which have only been out on the market for a year and which have a known side effect of suicide!!!
Yeah, I really trust my doctor now.
I will write more later on this. I am now on Metformin and blood pressure pills, which by the sounds of what noises the nurse was making this is for good. I asked if it could be reversed, she said no. But then what about the documentary I watched stating that it was possible via food and exercise route. She claimed it could help it not make it go away.
[Two days later or something like that]
I came home early, very tired but then this is how I've been feeling. I think more the weight dragging me down than this new thing I have to deal with inside of me. I don’t like the pills, they make me feel bloated and I have headaches constantly. I walked home part the way with debs, and I heard two sets of school girls snigger.
I must look pretty odd, struggling to get down the road to the peace of home. Who knows. I pretend like I didn’t hear them, today I have no eneregy to fight verbally with skinny pre teens with bad dress sense and even worse hair.
I don’t believe all the trashy tv progs are doing any good with the constant battle of the bulge against skinny chicks. The Skinny Vs shows haven’t been watched as yet by me, but no doubt will catch one of them on the many internet sites I frequent when I fancy a documentary. If you can call those any thing close to a doc.
I wish I was off tomorrow, but with all the stuff we have to do on the commissioning bid for work, I am off to one of their workshop things to discuss the application process with Brainy Rachel in tow for looks, style and finance. My head aches with it all and I can’t wait until its all over. No wonder people dream of winning the lottery. I want something else for my life than worry.
Friday is my day now and I feel cheated out of a day. Life goes on…
But, it seems that is wishful thinking, just as it was wishful thinking to think I could carry on being the way I was, feeling the way I do, having seen my Mum go through it, and then somehow fly under the radar. Anyway, now it seems I have to just get on with it and rely on my GP’s surgery to monitor and guide me through this so as not to make me go down hill. But my fear is justified seeing as my GP happily prescribes diet drugs which have only been out on the market for a year and which have a known side effect of suicide!!!
Yeah, I really trust my doctor now.
I will write more later on this. I am now on Metformin and blood pressure pills, which by the sounds of what noises the nurse was making this is for good. I asked if it could be reversed, she said no. But then what about the documentary I watched stating that it was possible via food and exercise route. She claimed it could help it not make it go away.
[Two days later or something like that]
I came home early, very tired but then this is how I've been feeling. I think more the weight dragging me down than this new thing I have to deal with inside of me. I don’t like the pills, they make me feel bloated and I have headaches constantly. I walked home part the way with debs, and I heard two sets of school girls snigger.
I must look pretty odd, struggling to get down the road to the peace of home. Who knows. I pretend like I didn’t hear them, today I have no eneregy to fight verbally with skinny pre teens with bad dress sense and even worse hair.
I don’t believe all the trashy tv progs are doing any good with the constant battle of the bulge against skinny chicks. The Skinny Vs shows haven’t been watched as yet by me, but no doubt will catch one of them on the many internet sites I frequent when I fancy a documentary. If you can call those any thing close to a doc.
I wish I was off tomorrow, but with all the stuff we have to do on the commissioning bid for work, I am off to one of their workshop things to discuss the application process with Brainy Rachel in tow for looks, style and finance. My head aches with it all and I can’t wait until its all over. No wonder people dream of winning the lottery. I want something else for my life than worry.
Friday is my day now and I feel cheated out of a day. Life goes on…
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