I was in for a primary care appointment on the 17th of this month. This was an interim assessment, requested in order to see if the fitness-and-diet regimen helped me curb the high blood sugars my A1C results from the last visit.
It didn’t work.
Now I’ll admit I haven’t been as good about my fitness regimen as I should have. I’ve been lucky to get a walk in these days—and most days I have due to needing to go somewhere. It took nothing to spend a little extra time out for a half-hour walk. I really should have been going to the gym, but to be honest, it was painful enough getting the walk in after my sciatic nerve started acting up on the right side in the middle of November. Never quite as bad as back then, but bad enough the thought of using a recumbent bicycle or weight machines for leg exercises looked like an exceedingly painful activity.
I went in the day before to have my blood drawn, and it came back .1 lower than it was the last time. For once, my primary care doc didn’t complain at me about my lack of weight loss, which I’ve come to expect. She merely approved her resident’s decision to prescribe me some Metformin for the diabetes and some Simvastatin for the additional cholesterol levels expected. She did encourage me to continue exercising, but said that since it seemed as if it didn’t help much with either the weight loss (I lost maybe 2 lbs over 3 months) or the A1C result, she wanted to initiate this drug therapy and suggested I see a nutritionist again for a better diabetes diet regimen (because changes to my diet for this interim included only cutting pastas, rice, and other carb-heavy foods out).
To be quite honest, I’m surprised I’ve managed to be without diabetes for as long as I have. I’ve learned recently that one of my psych meds can cause a rise in sugar levels, and diabetes runs on both sides of my family. It was going to happen at some point, I just couldn’t say when, and it’s kind of a relief that it’s finally happened. It’s been on my mind for years, the dread of getting diabetes. Now I can do what I must to control it to the best of my ability, instead of having to constantly look over my shoulder, so to speak, for the specter to rise. I can say that it’s more a relief to know I have diabetes than it ever was when it was just something on the horizon. One less worry to lay in bed mulling over at night.
I’ll be seeing my therapist again on the 28th, and I’ll ask her to set up another appointment with the nutritionist so that I can get advice on a diabetes-specific diet, among other things.