Cinnamon


Hi my friends. Remember me telling you my doctor took me off of one of my diabetic medications a couple of days ago? Well, the first day all numbers were alright. The next 2 days  they were too high for comfort.

This morning they were on the high side again. I decided I would go back on the medicine after supper tonight. It just wasn’t working. I don’t know if maybe the doctor could add any less of that pill, since I am cutting it in half already.

This morning I went to the place I have been going for the past couple of weeks with my friend. I had taken my medications at 8am and I was very aware that my sugar would drop too a low point in exactly 4 hours.

It was 11:30am, not 4 hours after I ate. It was lunch time so we all got up to get our plates and I felt my knees giving out. My first big mistake is not letting anyone but my one friend know that I am a diabetic.

I froze in spot, not wanting to make an ass out of myself. I kept telling myself, I am in line, I will get the food, sit back down, eat and all will be alright. I got my food and barely made it back to my seat.

Suddenly the PD tremors kicked up. I know without a doubt I looked like a baby shaking a rattle in both hands. I began to cry, I think I was humiliated by the tremors. Once again, a lady recognized my symptoms and told the director to get me orange juice ASAP.

This time I drank the entire cup plus ate my lunch. My legs and arms were hurting from the hard tremors. I became very tired. I wanted to lay down and sleep immediately. This is usually the way I get after my sugars bottom out.

I couldn’t understand what was going on. For 2 days, my sugar numbers were high enough to consider going back on that pill again, and then boom, I have a sugar low before it was time to actually eat again.

I was thinking about all of this later today when I arrived home. Something was different. My sugars remained low in the evenings every day for the past two weeks; except 2 days. What was I doing different?

Then I knew what it was, but I am not sure if that would make such a big difference. Every day at some point, I have been having low carb yogurt with a nice, big sprinkle of cinnamon on top.

The past 2 days I had not had any. This morning I did have some. Would that cinnamon make that big of difference or is something else going on? Any imput or advice? I haven’t called the doctor back yet, because I just knew he was going to tell me to start taking that pill again.

cinnamon

Too Scared To Give Up


Today I was hit with a brick. The red brick came flying at me out of the doctor’s mouth. I

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was suspicious. I have been for around two months. You know,,,,,it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. I was probably expecting it.

I had to go to visit my primary physician today after having blood work drawn last week. I always dread it because of my sugar levels. Although I have brought my A1C numbers down in half, it is never good enough for the statistics.

I have blogged so much about Al, my brother, you all probably feel you know him very well. What I have done is back off writing about him so much because I could not deal with it. Isn’t the old saying,Out of Sight, Out of Mind? I tried this method but it didn’t work. Instead, it got buried farther but still remained so close to the surface.

I could stand outside myself and see what I was doing wrong. I couldn’t stop myself though. My habit is to take diabetic medications before breakfast and again before supper. I have always considered myself a pretty good diabetic; considering I have had it for 31 years. I never had to take insulin. I have always been on oral medications.

Of course I cheated. Diabetics love sweets, or at least this one does. I have had problems arise from having it so long. I have neuropathy in my fingers and feet. This keeps me from doing some things that I wish or used to be able to do.

As I sat in the tiny office, the nurse took my vitals. My blood pressure was up. It wasn’t dangerous, but it wasn’t good. She left and the doctor came in almost immediately. As soon as I saw him I began to cry. I felt so foolish. I could not stop the tears. I was rambling on about my sadness, not eating, and guilt over placing Al between wiping my nose and eyes.

He handed me the kleenex box and listened until I became quiet. He was concerned about my sugar levels as the A1C test had risen two numbers. He suggested I go to insulin, and I freaked out. I had caused this all myself. I had no one else to blame.

I would take my medicines here at home but then not eat. Every time I ate I would get nauseated. I wanted to sleep all of the time but had restless sleep. I worried about how I was going to get a job. Two ads placed for a caregiver and both times no calls.

I feel so much guilt over placing Al it is making me sick. My sugars started to rise about two days after he was placed. Anything abnormal to a diabetic can cause the numbers to go up. Stress, agitation, illness, just about anything.

I mourn for the life I had before when my family was closer. I mourn for the loss of my brother. I have kicked myself so much in the rear for not being able to keep Al longer here at home, that if I could see my rear, it would most likely be black and blue. There Viveka, there is a funny! LOL

I wanted to be social, but yet I would not leave the house. The television became my best friend. Blogging became my second best friend. Without blogging and all of my awesome friends on here, I don’t really know where I would be.

I have dreamed of packing a suitcase and running, but where. I have thought about going to the mall shopping, but I didn’t want to buy anything. I was getting a little nervous. I was recognizing the depression signs. I needed help. Maybe this is why I spilled the fountain of words and tears to the doctor.

He wanted me to not only go on insulin but also an anti-depressant.  Something happened after he walked out of the office. I sat there and wanted to die. I didn’t want to get my coat on. I didn’t want to go out into the world. Getting in my car was too much work. I felt safe in the tiny office, but I had to go, I had to leave.

I paid my bill and went to the car and sat. I lit up a cigarette and smoked it while the car warmed up again. I cried to the heavens, please help me.I don’t want to be this way. I don’t really want to die. Please God hear me.

I sat there for a few more minutes and then took off. Two doors down from the doctor’s office is a Wellness Center. I used to always want to go there, but the yearly membership is so terribly high, I could not go. I pulled out of the parking lot and without thinking, my car pulled into the Center.

I turned the car off and actually had a conversation with myself. What in the world am I doing here? I did not want to go here. Turn the key back on and get out of here, but I didn’t turn that key. I put my gloves and hat back on and I felt like someone or something was opening my car door and pushing me through the double doors.

I really don’t know how it happened, I swear, but the next thing I knew was I was saying,” I am here to get information on your walking track and classes”. The lady smiled and started explaining the hours and how much the classes were and how much it cost to walk the track.

I talked to her like I had known her for years. I told her, ” I am a diabetic. I just came from my doctor’s office from a check-up. My sugars are too high and he and I think I am slipping into a depression because I had to place my brother in a nursing home“. Again she smiled and told me that she could help me.

The class she recommended for me for my problems will work with light weights, and walking the track and some exercises for one hour two days a week. This class cost a total of one dollar per class. For twenty-one dollars a month I could go walk the track as many times per day and every day they were opened if I wished. I don’t know how I got such a good price. I guess it was my day.

I found myself signing up for the class and the walking. She said that we all go through trials in our lives. She told me I was in the valley and she would help me climb back on top of the mountain.

I smiled at her, put my hat and gloves back on and walked out to the car. When I turned the key and waited for the heat to return, I felt an odd feeling on my face. Like something was there that wasn’t supposed to be. I pulled my rear view mirror down and took a good look at me. I was looking for a stray hair or maybe a bug, but what I saw was a woman who was staring back at me. At the edges of her lips was the tiniest of curves. She was smiling.

I knew then it was me that I was looking at. Me, I was smiling, not very much but smiling. I have no doubt that God planted that idea in my head without my permission to go to the Center. I have no doubt that he knew it was the perfect timing for me. He knew that I had tried long enough to fix things on my own, but was unsuccessful.

All I have to do is get through today. The class starts tomorrow. The exercise class and the walking should bring my sugars back in control, and if not, then I will consider the insulin. my blood  pressure should drop back down to its normal readings also. The classes should bring me into focus of real people around me. I have hope, more hope than I did before noon. I have hope that with God’s help and all of you, I can do this!

Daily Prompt; Live to Eat/ Daily Post


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Some people eat to live, while others live to eat. What about you? How far would you travel for the best meal of your life?

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I live to eat and eat to live. Being a diabetic is not fun at all. While I crave everything I shouldn’t have, just like a child, I also have to eat because I take oral medications.

Do you know what it is like to not be hungry but you have to eat because you just popped those pills down your throat? Most diabetic pills need food to force the medications to work. I am lucky so far that I am on oral medications and not on insulin.

When my father was dying he had to take steroid pills. The side-effect was very high sugar numbers. Three times a day I had to give him insulin injections because his sugar numbers were in the 800’s. This is very dangerous if left alone to venture its way into your body. It can damage so many of your nerve endings.

I never have had my sugars that high, but I do have the nerve damage in my feet. I can’t stand walking or standing very long, because my feet become a roaring fire at a camping site. Oh it hurts so bad. You just want to soak your feet in ice but that would make them burn worse. When my feet get cold in the winter, i have more trouble with burning pain.

If I could go anywhere and get a meal that I absolutely love, I would travel the hundreds of miles and go back to Florida. I would drive as quickly as I could, racing to the restaurant I loved while living there called Tomatoes.

I loved this place. To me, being a diabetic, it was heaven, or the next best thing. It was a cute mid-size establishment. The walls were decorated so homey. No matter where you looked, all you saw was brilliant colors of greens, oranges and reds. Tomatoes is a pasta and salad buffet restaurant.

You can have as many salads, fixed a variety of ways. It is your choice to adorn the lettuce the way you wish. They even have two types of lettuce to  pick from. After you pigged out, you could even have a bite of dessert! There was no choosing on desserts actually. There is one ice-cream machine, and guess what! Out of its spicket comes nice thick sugar-free ice-cream.

Now is that heaven or not? Stuff yourself silly, add a slice of bread or any multiple carbs they offer and even get zero calorie dessert. I sure wish they had one of these restaurants here! All we mainly have in my town are drive-thru and then we have an AppleBees, Golden Corral and a Bennigans. Plan to take a few extra dollars for these dining facilities.

Aww, my mouth is watering right now imagining myself walking the black and white checkered floors, filling my plate and sitting in my favorite booth. I would tuck my napkin in, because I only slop food when I am out in public, lol, and I would say grace and dig in!