The world of carbohydrates, that is.
Yup. I see my life taking a whole new turn.
I have a doctor appointment tomorrow (Tuesday at 1 PM ). For a complete physical. I haven't had one in years. The closest I've gotten to a complete physical is seeing the OB-GYN and he'd order different kinds of tests.
When I went to the doctor the first time for my bronchitis, she said I needed to have a physical and a complete blood work-up. So I went to Quest Diagnostics and they drew 4 tubes of blood and I also left them a urine sample. They're testing my blood for diabetes (I know I have it... I just need to have it confirmed), my A1C, cholesterol, thyroid and also testing for anemia.
I was tested about 6 years ago and my blood glucose level was 125. They used to say that 70 to 120 is normal, 121 to 160 was high blood sugar and anything over that was considered diabetes. Well, they have since lowered those numbers. Now anything under 100 is normal, 101 to 125 is high blood sugar and 126 and above is considered diabetes. I was able to keep my levels down to the low 100s (102, 110) with diet and exercise, but in the past 4 years, I haven't done so well.
I've been keeping track of my numbers with a glucose monitor and slowly, over the past few years, the numbers have inched up. It seems that in the past few months, they're really taken a jump. I've been hovering between 160 and 200 lately. I'm realizing if I eat any decent amount of carbs, my sugar levels will soar.
So, tomorrow, I think Dr. Z will be reading me the riot act. I've already said goodbye to sugar a long time ago, but I've been known to sneak a candybar or some ice cream. I think I need to say goodbye to that as well. But I'm a carb addict! I love bread and pretzels and tortilla chips and mashed potatoes and corn! Did I mention that I love bread? I'd rather eat bread and rolls than almost any other kind of food in the world. Do I get points for not eating white bread any more? No! Goodbye to pasta, cake, pies, cookies. No more pizza or croutons or hoagies (this hurts me DEEPLY) and steak sandwiches on those lovely Italian rolls.
I have to start reading labels and making sure my carb intake is low. I'm hoping if I need to take medication, it will be pills and not insulin injections. John is an insulin diabetic. He needs to use an injector to get his insulin, He absolutely cannot jab himself with the needles. His hands have been shaky and have gotten shakier since his chemo, so it's even more difficult for him to do it. There may come a time when I'll have to give him his injections. The thought of that makes me want to throw up!
I knew this day would come. My sister and my brother are both diabetic. My grandmother lost a leg and her life to diabetes back in 1942. My mother most likely had it but was never diagnosed.
The good news is, this might make me lose some weight!
I'm just glad I'm not a pastry chef. That just might kill me.
Oh damn! Now I'll have to shave my legs!