It's been five weeks since I was told I have Type 2 and I was doing great for three weeks. I was really following instructions - taking my Met twice a day, pricking my finger every morning, watching my food - until it was time for us to head to San Diego for the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure walk. Because my sleeping and eating patterns were going to be off, I stopped taking the Met that week and didn't take my blood sugar tester. It was only 4 days so I figured I'd be fine. Well, I can honestly say that since we've been back, I've had a helluva time remembering to take the Met daily and only tested my blood sugar twice this last week. I know it's not something to play around with but I can't explain why I'm not so worked up and trying to be good through all this. Perhaps because I'm really having a hard time believing that I have it. My doc hasn't requested any follow up blood work or scheduled any follow up appointments since the one right before the walk. That was THREE weeks ago. So what do I do? Since I haven't been taking the Met like I should, I didn't have to renew the scrip. I did anyway, in hopes I'd get my shit together.
My feet are hurting a bit. We've been home for two weeks and my blisters have healed but not 100%. Some of the skin is slowly healing back but it's still not good enough for me to have a pedicure. And I so desperately want to have one! I never got the chance to get one after last year's walk.
My body has made some positive changes. Down 15 lbs, go me! AF twice in a row, with no meds, go me!
That's about all I can think about right now. Good night!
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