Doctor and the Doll
Today held another doctor's appointment, this time with the endocrinologist (specialist in diabetes and hormones). I was very late for my appointment because I looked up the wrong Laurel St. on the map. I went to Burnaby, an eastern suburb of Vancouver, where my doctor is, only to find that the address I needed was in downtown Vancouver - a drive all the way across the city! So I trotted across town and found the doctor's office, and they were very gracious about it and allowed me to keep my appointment (I had called them to find where they were when I realized I had the wrong town, so they knew what was going on).
So. Long story short, the endo wants to take me off the medicine that the family doc prescribed (the one that is awaiting approval for insurance), because it is unnecessary, in her opinion. Although my morning blood sugars are high, and always have been, my 3-month average is actually only 1/10 of a point higher than the highest it should safely be. She wants me to begin another medicine that I've tried before, metformin aka Glucophage. That one made me sick when I took it before, but this time I'm going to try a very small dose and try to build it up. I'm willing to try it, and she said I can stop it right away if it makes me sick this time. It's the first medicine doctors try for type 2 diabetics - it's very good - but it did make me horribly sick before. We'll see. I hope it does work, because it doesn't cause weight gain, and may actually help with weight loss.
As for diet, I asked about trying the South Beach Diet. She said it was ok, just remember to be balanced. So I've decided to first try to strictly follow the meal plan given to me by the diabetic nutritionist. I'll try that for the six weeks that I'm going to try the Glucophage, then if I need an even stricter diet, I'll try South Beach. I know what to do; I just don't want to be that strict!
I also have to get back to my exercise. It always come back to exercise. Our bodies were intended to be active! I have slipped out of the routine of going to the gym with our lack of routine for the past month or so, but it's just a fact of my life that I must exercise - the doctor said even if it's just a 20-minute walk after dinner. Sigh. Whine. Moan. Huff. Sigh.
I'm a good sprinter - I can do well with diet, exercise, and medicine for a little while - but I stink at running a marathon - and this disease demands the marathon. It won't be cured; it must be managed. I'd appreciate your prayers if or when the Lord brings me to mind. Thanks!