Monday, May 21, 2007

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A few weeks ago, I found 2 small bumps under my arm. Of course, to me they felt huge, but when I rushed to the doctor, he assured me they were quite small and absolutely nothing to cause concern.

He seemed like a good doctor—the kind who listens and gives a shit and considers patients to be people not just numbers—so I agreed to take him on as my primary care provider. Considering my medical history the last 10 years or so, he thought it wise to do some blood-work. You know, just to check everything out.

On Monday morning last week, I had blood drawn. On Tuesday afternoon, when the lab delivered the results to my new doctor, he called me into his office. Not in a week or two. Not even the next day. He wanted me there NOW. So I went.

And to my tremendous dismay, I learned that I have type 2 diabetes.

Now we’re playing with medicines until we find the right dosage of the right meds to bring my blood sugar under control. And it makes me nauseous, dizzy, and tired.

I have more to say, but not right now. This is a hard thing to accept/admit. Suh.