I don’t know about the rest of you but having my glucose levels under control is actually making me crazy in a whole new way. It wasn’t that having them soaring out of control was a good thing. It’s just that it was the thing I was used to. Plus, let’s be honest, when it got too high I usually fell asleep.
With this better management, it goes up and down, up and down, in a narrow range. The net result is that I could cry about anything. Honestly. Try me. Things about my life that have not bothered me in years can have me a blubbering fool in 30 seconds or less. Then, before you know it, sanity has returned.
I’m assuming this will all become my new normal and feel better to me in a few weeks – the glucose in control part, not the crying. I just feel very sorry for the people around me. Because I love them, I’m doing my best to keep myself to myself!
I am not a person who likes to be told what to do or how to do it. The thought of a schedule gives me hives. And failing – I’d much rather succeed.
I learned that I had Type 2 about five years ago. I was stunned. My then-doctor had warned that I could develop Cushings Syndrome because of all the prednisone I took for my asthma, but he’d never mentioned Type 2.
So there I was: Asthmatic, Cushings, Type 2, and still on prednisone.
And here I am: Asthmatic and Type 2.
I assumed the Type 2 would take care of itself once I took care of the prednisone. Not so. I get to keep the Type 2, and with it, structure and best practices and a scenario in which failing is not an option.
This year I’m taking on Type 2. I’m either going to conquer it or make peace with it. If you’re in a similar position, I’d love some company along the way!
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