Today is the first day of the rest of my … oh fuck that noise!
With the smell of hamburgers wafting into my bedroom window from Frank’s Deli’s grill exhaust, I contemplate the task at hand. Sadly it’s not a cheeseburger deluxe. Two weeks ago I was diagnosed with Type II diabetes, again! It was something I had about six to seven years ago. At that point I was tipping the scales in the 270 lb neighborhood. But through chemi-chemi-chemicals, diet and exercise I was able to control it and normalize my blood glucose levels. Once the weight came off I had no problem controlling things minus the chemicals.
So here I am again. Hitting the 265 lb mark and, yes, type II diabetes. I have a feeling it was a culmination of many events and many bad habits. I would venture to say that the increase of carbs in my diet, bread, pasta, Frank’s French fries, & TJ’s pizzas, set me up for a visit from the outrageously high glucose monster.
In late February I started feeling increasingly tired, for no apparent reason. By the first week in March I was drinking more and more water, to the point I was drinking almost 2 gallons in a day and my mouth was still dry. My eyesight changed suddenly in one day. There were also other symptoms. I knew what it was. I had read enough with my previous bout to know the diagnosis before seeing a doctor. Type II diabetes! Woo hoo!
Not having insurance, I found the Visiting Nurses Association of Central Jersey and made an appointment. Long story short … on my first visit my blood glucose was 425 mg/dl … which is mega-bad … not in a good way. So the nurse I saw prescribed two medications, plus I had blood drawn. She also suggested I see a dietitian in the clinic, soon. So I did. Continue Reading > > >