Fighting Insulin Resistance

The phone rang and I heard a nurse identify herself. Coldly she said, “Your labs are in. You are severely pre-diabetic and you need to schedule an appointment for treatment plans.” Somewhere in that sentence I became lost. Another broken part of me found after all of these years. I was glad, sad, scared all at the same time. It answered so many questions. Of course, there are still other things that are wrong but, for now, that solved some mysteries other doctors never answered before.

Over the last couple of days I’ve wondered how Oprah would handle it or what she would say. I want to get all of the information, meet with my doctor, and finish taking my physical exam. After everything has been judged, then I want to put the plan together. In the meantime, I am all over the internet. It is a very scary disease. I have no idea what to eat. I know I need to be doing “readings” but I don’t know what to read yet. I don’t want to burden my family with this. I hate it for them much more than for me. I feel like I am a royal pain and I presume it is because of my poor eating habits that I got this way. I wonder what pre-diabetic is.

Last year, I did what I normally do when I’m in distress. I sat in the bathtub and cried. Then, I ate junk food. I was a fat wrinkled mess. My luck was about to change though. Days later I went in for my treatment plan and it was suggested that I begin taking an injection called Byetta when I found out that I was not diabetic but rather, insulin resistant. Like everyone else, I hate shots. Only for the sake of this article did I call it an injection, right? Wrong. It is about twice the size of a mosquito stinger but, for me it has changed my self image which is a lot of the battle. It is now a year later and I am making a follow-up appointment to see what the next plan of treatment will be. I can now do most anything my doctor wants me to and, I’m excited.