Told a friend about my recent Type 2 Diabetes diagnosis. Friend was empathetic and commiserated and hoped I ‘have the discipline’ to deal with it.
I replied:
Oh don’t worry about me — I’m attacking this thing with white-hot righteous fury. Discipline? You want to see some fucking discipline? Just watch me, boyo. Stand back and see how it’s done. I’m not gonna just beat this thing, I’m gonna beat it into the proverbial bloody pulp.
3-hour class last Friday at the International Diabetes Center at Park Nicollet in St. Louis Park… We all got our glucose meters and learned how to poke our fingers. Testing BG (blood glucose) 3x/day. Next class is on May 15th; that one’ll be two hours long.
Since my cholesterol is good (as always) and my base BG reading was not all that high, I don’t need injections; I take one prescription, something called Metformin, a generic that costs about $4/ month (good thing too, since the test strips are obscenely expensive: a 40-day supply = $100!)
The plan is to alter my diet and activity levels, drop some pounds, and hopefully get to the point where I can manage it w/o any medications. Excelsior!
(Or at least Minnetonka! arr arr — local humor )
Dealing with it? Fuck yeah.
