Sooooo, I went to the doctor yesterday and was diagnosed diabetic. That was a surprise. And high blood pressure. Less surprising but still not great. Good news is I got all my meds for less than 80 bucks. Have to figure out how to get test strips though. Those are stupid expensive. No insulin injections thankfully and for the time being, I won’t be pricking my finger until I can find a cheap source of test strips.
I don’t know if the blood pressure meds just had a huge, immediate impact or I’m just so worn out from the passed few days but I’m pretty tired. I mean, I’m definitely worn out. Tuesday went to shit hard enough I didn’t get any writing done and yesterday was what it was. I woke up around 5:30 this morning with my stomach cramping like crazy and then shit my brains out. Pretty sure that was a combo of stress and the first dose of the metformin. Doc said I might get diarrhea from it. I feel a little off but that’s hardly surprising.
I was hoping I’d be able to dedicate today to writing but I don’t think that’s gonna happen. I feel a little bad cause I keep thinking “this better not make me have to push the book back again,” but like, fuck, doc said if I hadn’t come in when I did, I could’ve ended up in a coma. That’s big. And still kinda scaring me. And I’m dealing with the psychology of being a fat person and the relation to diabetes. It’s standard to view fat bodies as the ones who will get diabetic and then how the language around fat bodies is so focused on death.
But I’ll get there. Partner’s taking good care of me. I just gotta figure out food and drink mostly. I have to eat with two of my morning meds, so breakfast is now mandatory. Wheeeee. Hopefully I do get to feeling better quickly though. Doc said I should. Then maybe I can pound out a big ol’ work day.
Hope you’re all doing well.