Smutmeister
Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 2
First of all - Hello to all. I am plodding through the forum and hopefully something will sink in.....time will tell.
My top tip:
Don't go to your doctor to get biopsy results on your birthday and casually mention that you feel like rubbish and you get up just about every night to pee what feels like the urine output of a racecourse full of racehorses.
It really does take the shine off what was already a pretty grim day (SAGA minus 2 - not that I'm counting and one of the biopsy results wasn't too welcome)
Later that day I gave my birthday cake a long hard stare but it didn't apologise and back out of the room as it should have done if it had any decency at all. It's now in the fridge snarling at me whenever I take a peek to try to fathom out what I can actually eat without descending into a sugary Hades or exploding into flames at the very least.
I've ordered some of the books that have been recommended on this site so will be sitting beside the letterbox in anticipation. At least by sitting there I won't be looking in the fridge.
I have no idea what my sugar levels are/were. I think it's a state secret but I'm seeing my doctor in the morning and will challenge him to an arm wrestle if he's not forthcoming. I have started taking my Metformin like the good little boy that I've promised to become. He mentioned 'exercise' the other day but by that point I had my fingers in my ears....at least he didn't say 'sport'
Thank you for reading this far. If I wore a hat I'd take it off to you in appreciation of your tenacity when faced with several paragraphs of tripe.
Ian
My top tip:
Don't go to your doctor to get biopsy results on your birthday and casually mention that you feel like rubbish and you get up just about every night to pee what feels like the urine output of a racecourse full of racehorses.
It really does take the shine off what was already a pretty grim day (SAGA minus 2 - not that I'm counting and one of the biopsy results wasn't too welcome)
Later that day I gave my birthday cake a long hard stare but it didn't apologise and back out of the room as it should have done if it had any decency at all. It's now in the fridge snarling at me whenever I take a peek to try to fathom out what I can actually eat without descending into a sugary Hades or exploding into flames at the very least.
I've ordered some of the books that have been recommended on this site so will be sitting beside the letterbox in anticipation. At least by sitting there I won't be looking in the fridge.
I have no idea what my sugar levels are/were. I think it's a state secret but I'm seeing my doctor in the morning and will challenge him to an arm wrestle if he's not forthcoming. I have started taking my Metformin like the good little boy that I've promised to become. He mentioned 'exercise' the other day but by that point I had my fingers in my ears....at least he didn't say 'sport'
Thank you for reading this far. If I wore a hat I'd take it off to you in appreciation of your tenacity when faced with several paragraphs of tripe.
Ian