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I’m just this week diagnosed as T2 and waiting on an appt with the diabetic clinic. My GP wanted to start me on Metformin but I refused and pleased could I try weight loss and controlling my blood sugar till at least I get my appt through. Turns out that she still needs a second HbA1C as you are supposed to have 2 done two weeks apart and I’ve only had 1 done, second to be done on Tuesday. She wouldn’t tell me the results of my HbA1c that she’s basing my diagnosis on and said it’s the diabetic clinic that will tell you that.
Anyway, I’m not properly on my diet yet as I’ve gone from feeling that “I’m fine with this, diabetes is no big problem as I’ve watched 3 generations of my family deal and in some cases not deal with it and die through complications. My mum was diabetic for 30 years when she stayed with us and was so good so why shouldn’t I” to “omg omg, this is dreadful on top of my other illnesses, how will I deal, I need lists, lists and more lists to plan and cope. I need this book, that book, every book I can see about low carb recipes. “ I should have seen that creeping in when I asked earlier in the week about books. Amazon now loves me while I feel nothing but disgust with the garbage that I’ve somehow bought while going against everything my common sense tells me.
Depression and Anxiety are part of my co morbidities.
My anxiety is in full flown mode. Possibly not healed by the first anniversary of the death of my cousin who mys like my brother. He died because he ignored his diabetes. I nagged, screamed and begged him to stop his hopeless ways. I warned him about complications, I tried to almost frighten him by telling him that full sugar coke was the way to having his leg amputated. When he was waiting to go for his second above the knee amputation, I was still begging and pleading with him. At his funeral I thought my heart would break through such a needless death. My mum went through the same with her sister, his mother. In out family, we fall into 2 camps, the observant and the it will never happen to me group. I fall strictly into the first thank god.
Sorry for being a pest here but I just had to let this go
I’m just this week diagnosed as T2 and waiting on an appt with the diabetic clinic. My GP wanted to start me on Metformin but I refused and pleased could I try weight loss and controlling my blood sugar till at least I get my appt through. Turns out that she still needs a second HbA1C as you are supposed to have 2 done two weeks apart and I’ve only had 1 done, second to be done on Tuesday. She wouldn’t tell me the results of my HbA1c that she’s basing my diagnosis on and said it’s the diabetic clinic that will tell you that.
Anyway, I’m not properly on my diet yet as I’ve gone from feeling that “I’m fine with this, diabetes is no big problem as I’ve watched 3 generations of my family deal and in some cases not deal with it and die through complications. My mum was diabetic for 30 years when she stayed with us and was so good so why shouldn’t I” to “omg omg, this is dreadful on top of my other illnesses, how will I deal, I need lists, lists and more lists to plan and cope. I need this book, that book, every book I can see about low carb recipes. “ I should have seen that creeping in when I asked earlier in the week about books. Amazon now loves me while I feel nothing but disgust with the garbage that I’ve somehow bought while going against everything my common sense tells me.
Depression and Anxiety are part of my co morbidities.
My anxiety is in full flown mode. Possibly not healed by the first anniversary of the death of my cousin who mys like my brother. He died because he ignored his diabetes. I nagged, screamed and begged him to stop his hopeless ways. I warned him about complications, I tried to almost frighten him by telling him that full sugar coke was the way to having his leg amputated. When he was waiting to go for his second above the knee amputation, I was still begging and pleading with him. At his funeral I thought my heart would break through such a needless death. My mum went through the same with her sister, his mother. In out family, we fall into 2 camps, the observant and the it will never happen to me group. I fall strictly into the first thank god.
Sorry for being a pest here but I just had to let this go