I woke up after trying to climb up a little hill made of mud. It was a path at first and I had just come out of a large department store after having complained about the rudeness of every single worker behind the tills.
I walked up a path with a Chinese bloke who happened to be one of the people who was rude to me, and the solid bricked path was between puddles which turned into a river on each side. The man went first and climbed what wasn’t really even a hill, until of course my feet started climbing it in my new white trainers. I realised that the mud had started to get softer and that suddenly i was sinking a lot more. There was no where to run, I tried to go backwards and ended up being swallowed into a landslide into the river. I woke before my head went under the mud.
It made me sad, i cried. I cried because that’s me being swallowed by fat. My life seems to have already int he last couple of weeks be focused on just how much i have damaged my body and now, it’s fighting back. I went to the doctors again yesterday. The sugar in my blood was 7.4 and it has to be below that, below 7.
The nurse is ditzy (she claims herself) yet she is helpful and at least tries to listen. She also slipped into the conversation that I needed a liver scan. I asked why? She told me it was because the blood test had shown it to be ’slightly’ abnormal’ and that ‘this was normal with diabetes patients’. I somehow didn’t believe her. I said, why would they need to scan my liver then? She said, it’s just to make sure there isn’t anything else there. It is my worse nightmare to have to keep going to the doctors and to hospitals. I am tired of it already.
My books arrived from Amazon, you know, the ones I cancelled… That means I shall have two lots counting the ones from play.com. The books looks informative, GI index, How to reverse Diabetes and two others on Glycemic load. I wonder if it is possible for me to reverse it. I know others have, but I am sure that takes some serious control. I have to leave soon to go to C and W hospital to see the general surgeon. Not looking forward to this at all. In my heart I know having the stomach thing done is still a cop out. I will see, won’t I?
I walked up a path with a Chinese bloke who happened to be one of the people who was rude to me, and the solid bricked path was between puddles which turned into a river on each side. The man went first and climbed what wasn’t really even a hill, until of course my feet started climbing it in my new white trainers. I realised that the mud had started to get softer and that suddenly i was sinking a lot more. There was no where to run, I tried to go backwards and ended up being swallowed into a landslide into the river. I woke before my head went under the mud.
It made me sad, i cried. I cried because that’s me being swallowed by fat. My life seems to have already int he last couple of weeks be focused on just how much i have damaged my body and now, it’s fighting back. I went to the doctors again yesterday. The sugar in my blood was 7.4 and it has to be below that, below 7.
The nurse is ditzy (she claims herself) yet she is helpful and at least tries to listen. She also slipped into the conversation that I needed a liver scan. I asked why? She told me it was because the blood test had shown it to be ’slightly’ abnormal’ and that ‘this was normal with diabetes patients’. I somehow didn’t believe her. I said, why would they need to scan my liver then? She said, it’s just to make sure there isn’t anything else there. It is my worse nightmare to have to keep going to the doctors and to hospitals. I am tired of it already.
My books arrived from Amazon, you know, the ones I cancelled… That means I shall have two lots counting the ones from play.com. The books looks informative, GI index, How to reverse Diabetes and two others on Glycemic load. I wonder if it is possible for me to reverse it. I know others have, but I am sure that takes some serious control. I have to leave soon to go to C and W hospital to see the general surgeon. Not looking forward to this at all. In my heart I know having the stomach thing done is still a cop out. I will see, won’t I?
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