Saw Doctor Caswell today.
Got there n’ back by taxi. Julian was busy with a very rare Friday dog walking shift. The cab is $10 (with tip) each way.
No big deal. I can afford it. And it was nice to do something all by myself for once.
And neither cabbie was “chatty”, so that’s a plus.
I think of myself as friendly and approachable but deep down I am still a grumpy Taurus and I do not wish to suddenly need to converse with a stranger.
I don’t know you. You don’t know me. Let’s keep it that way, okay?
Anyhow, the visit was delayed because she was tied up at the hospital.
But enough about her private life. Ba um tish.
And then she was in a rush, so not at her warmest. I get the feeling the poor dear was in a tizzy from being run off her feet. And being late always stresses me out, too.
Still, I got a sensor for my OneTouch Libre 1 from her, so I at least can get blood sugar readings for the next two weeks.
Plus a prescription for more Basaglar, the orc/insulin I take. So I have all the tools I need to finally whip my blood sugar into shape.
And in a focused, concentrated way this time, not half-assing it from before.
Windows Spellcheck doesn’t thing assing is a world.
It is so very wrong.
Anyhow, I am glad to have the tools I need now. I am still overdue for a trip to the pharmacy because I need to ask the pharmacist if this medication Doctor Vaezi wants to shoot into my eyeball is covered.
And that seems like something I should not ask of Julian. Normally he is kind enough to fetch my meds from the pharmacy from me.
Can’t do it myself, despite it being only a block away. Bad heart. Tried walking home from there once. Felt like I was gonna die.
Speaking of which : called Doctor Ebtia’s office again today. Turns out she’s booking for November now, and that would not normally be a dealbreaker but I am kinda trying to save my fucking life here so that is not acceptable.
So I asked the secretary if I could leave a message and told her about not getting a reply from Doctor Bui’s office and she offered to call them for me instead.
And I said “sure!”. After all, a call from my cardiologist’s office has to carry more weight than one from little old me, right?
So she asked if she could call me back and I said “Of course!” and that was almost an hour ago and now I am like, d’oh, she got me again, just like yesterday.
Oh, and get this : when she answered the phone and I told her my name, she had the gall to say “I was just about to call you!”.
Yeah right lady. And I was just about to run a marathon.
I will call back, though it will cost me the rest of my defense against social anxiety to do something so bold and demanding.
More after the break.
Getting kinda worried
Nothing quite like being very nauseous and extremely hungry at the same time.
Woo! Go diabetes, you crazy bitch-god who is eventually gonna kill me!
A few minutes ago, I was just hungry. So hungry that I was going to completely skip ordering in like I normally do on Friday nights when it isn’t summer, and eat the usual stuff I eat at home, but then the nausea hit and now i am completely adrift at sea.
I keep telling myself that I need to eat and that there is a very good chance that once the food hits my system the nausea will fade and I will be just very hungry again.
In which case, dig in, bon appetit, mon frere!
It’s the crazy appetit(e) that has me worried. I have had two 60-unit injections of Basaglar (the Elf Smasher) and I really thought that would have put my Demon Hunger to rest for a while.
But no. It’s rage of hunger was blunted but not sated. And it’s not just hunger because when the hunger gets this bad, it also bring acid stomach to the mix.
I might just have to get me some antacids even though they are weakly contraindicated for people like me with IBS.
Mostly because when they neutralize acid, they produce gas. And adding gas to the system when you have IBS can be a very bad idea.
Some of the worst attacks I have had came from combining overstimulating foods with drinking too much carbonated beverage too fast.
But, counterpoint, I also do not want an ulcer or worse.
I do not recommend looking up “worse”.
Anyhow, refresher, as patient readers know, diabetes leads to extreme appetite when there is not nearly enough insulin response to carry enough glucose into the cells for them to survive and they start to die.
In response, they secrete this hunger-inducing chemical that basically says “Eat already, you fucking idiot, we’re dying here!”.
And they are.
Adding more insulin to my system should fix that. And (newsflash) now that I have forced myself to eat the leftovers from lunch, the demon seems to be asleep.
Thank frigging god.
But I added some Tums to my 7-11 order (still need my Diet Coke) just in case. I don’t want to use them but it will make me feel better to know I have the option.
I don’t exactly feel good right now but at least I feel way less bad.
When I am done here, I will lay down and try to relax. Hopefully my endocrine system will sort this shit out and leave me in peace for a bit.
Oh! I called Doctor Ebtia’s office back. The secretary (who I am sure was about to call me again) told me that she had a call in to my surgeon Doctor Bui’s office (phone tag! you’re it!) and had also left a note for Doctor Ebtia about my problem.
So I am testing my glucose, using my insulin, and got the wheels turning on my life saving heart surgery.
Not bad for a day’s work in saving my own life.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.