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Wolseley
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I have a doctor’s appointment at 9:30 tomorrow, to probably go get some blood work done.
Long story short, after my last hypoglycemic / hyperglycemic episode this morning, I called and set up the appointment. My doctor is on vacation this week (naturally), but I’m going to see the other doc in the office.
I’m pretty sure I know how this is going to work out, and they’re going to tell me I’m diabetic, or at least pre-diabetic, because I have all the classic symptoms: extreme hunger, extreme thrist, waking up at night with the sweats, dry mouth, peeing about two hundred times a day, blurry vision and trouble focusing my eyes, dry, flaky skin and itchiness, spells of extreme fatigue where I literally fall asleep in my chair unless I’m up and physically moving around, and last but certainly not least, the extremely nasty and disturbing shakey spells that I mentioned above.
It runs in the family. My mother had it, both my sisters have it; plenty of aunts and uncles have had it. So, if that’s the way the diagnosis turns out, I won’t really be too surprised, but I’m not looking forward to it. (Christmas is coming, and if what I suspect turns out to be true, that’ll be the end of pigging out on Christmas candy for me for the rest of my life…{sigh})
But on the other hand, if it keeps me from feeling like something the cat refused to drag in (like I have for the last two weeks), I guess it’ll be worth it. And in the longer term, I really don’t feel like dying in the next year or so, if you know what I mean.
Long story short, after my last hypoglycemic / hyperglycemic episode this morning, I called and set up the appointment. My doctor is on vacation this week (naturally), but I’m going to see the other doc in the office.
I’m pretty sure I know how this is going to work out, and they’re going to tell me I’m diabetic, or at least pre-diabetic, because I have all the classic symptoms: extreme hunger, extreme thrist, waking up at night with the sweats, dry mouth, peeing about two hundred times a day, blurry vision and trouble focusing my eyes, dry, flaky skin and itchiness, spells of extreme fatigue where I literally fall asleep in my chair unless I’m up and physically moving around, and last but certainly not least, the extremely nasty and disturbing shakey spells that I mentioned above.
It runs in the family. My mother had it, both my sisters have it; plenty of aunts and uncles have had it. So, if that’s the way the diagnosis turns out, I won’t really be too surprised, but I’m not looking forward to it. (Christmas is coming, and if what I suspect turns out to be true, that’ll be the end of pigging out on Christmas candy for me for the rest of my life…{sigh})
But on the other hand, if it keeps me from feeling like something the cat refused to drag in (like I have for the last two weeks), I guess it’ll be worth it. And in the longer term, I really don’t feel like dying in the next year or so, if you know what I mean.
