Well I did an oopsie.
Forgot I was supposed to fast before my lactic acid test today, so I had to punt the task to tomorrow. Ate breakfast at 8 am and I have to fast for at least ten hours which would mean taking the test at 6 pm and by then Joe (and his car) will be at work.
I am not at all happy about this fasting bullshit. I just plain should not go 10 hours without eating. I’m diabetic, for fuck’s sake, my sugars could crash and then I would truly be up a puddle full of shit with a creek,.
Or something like that.
And I looked it up and the test doesn’t necessarily require fasting. It’s purely up to the doctor. So if my blood sugar crashes, I can blame Doctor Chao.
But I think he ordered the fasting version because he figured that if the result might launch a malpractice suit, he had better make it the most accurate version.
And the fasting is definitely more accurate. Doctor Andrew Smith’s lawyers won’t be able to claim my lactic acid levels were high because I had a three egg cheese omelet with my breakfast or some shit.
So I will do it. But I am going to be watching how I feel very closely. A bit of the flutters and shakes I can handle, but if I feel that deathly cold creeping in, I’m going to tear up the lab req and tell Doctor Chao to order me the non-fasting kind when I see him Friday.
Hopefully it won’t come to that. I want to get this shit over with.
Like I have said before, It’s always possible that I will produce such a high reading that I will have to go straight to the ER from Doc Chao’s office. That would suck.
I will have to remember to pack a go bag and take it with me just in case. Probably won’t need it but I’ve always been a “better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it” kind of dude.
Speaking of being prepared, I plan to bring a snack with me to the lab tomorrow so that the minute they have my blood, I can eat.
I picture myself with one arm with needle in it and the hand on the other side holding some giant carbo-loading type muffin, ready to eat the second the needle comes out.
“You done? Good. *nomf!”.
Might even take advantage of the situation to eat something mildly naughty, Like one of those rice crispy treat things from 7-11.
Hey, it’s for my health!
Speaking of which, I came to an uncomfortable realization recently.
I’ve been struggling with the Demon Hunger lately, where I am incredibly hungry most of the time and it’s a constant grind on my poor nerves and mood.
Unrelatedly, I ordered the big cookie with my pasta last Friday because sometimes you have to let the self-destructive urges get a small win now and then.
It’s the only way to shut them up for a while.
And when I ate some of the cookie, I was surprised to find how much better I felt.
The relief practically made me cry.
And the Demon Hunger was gone. Stayed away for a couple of days.
It’s not hard to see why, The problem wth Type 2 diabetes is insulin resistance. I was so hungry because I did not have sufficient insulin response to transport the glucose my cells needed from my blood stream into the cells.
Eating the damned cookie “solved” the problem by drastically increasing the sugar in my blood so that even my weak insulin response could get enough glucose to my cells.
Obviously, this is a terrible solution. The proper solution is to take my damned insulin so my body has enough insulin response to get the job done.
Still, it makes me grateful that I didn’t end up in the death spiral some in my position do where instead of getting medical help, they constantly self-medicate with sugary foods until system collapses from the strain, often taking them with it.
Oh, and speaking of other health demons, the Demon Nipple on my left side continues to shrink. It’s more or less flush with the surrounding skin now, so while it still looks absolutely horrible – like the mosquito bite from Hell – it is at least going away.
And while the big nasty evil sore on my left leg that started it all is still as big and awful as ever, a lot of the others that popped up after have either disappeared or diminished.
So progress is possible.
More after the break,
Wow, I wrote 783 words in that first part!
And to think, I started out thinking I had nothing to say.
But there’s always something. I just have to dig a little, and remember that the important thing is to empty my head onto the page without judgment or preconceived ideas.
It’s never a matter of going through my head in search of the perfect thing to write about with all the discernment of a five star chef shopping for produce.
I couldn’t operate that way even if I wanted to.
I feel a nervous breakdown coming just thinking about it.
No, it’s a matter of opening the door and pointing to the three nearest ideas and saying “You, you, and you. You’re coming with me,. Let’s go. “
That’s why I say I don’t believe in writer’s block.
I mean, obviously, it’s a real thing other people go through. I am not saying it isn’t real.
But for me and only me, it does not exist. I will use whatever the hell happens to be in my head, no matter how trivial or personal or just plain stupid it is.
It’s only a launching pad, after all. A starting point. A seed for the random number generator in my head.
I almost never end up talking about what I started off talking about anyhow.
Creativity is not linear.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.