It started with a mole.
Nothing dramatic.
Just a spot on my skin I thought somebody should look at.
The doctor checked it.
Nothing.
Good news.
Since I hadn’t had blood work done in a while, she ordered some routine labs while I was there.
Then she called me the next day.
She needed to see me right away.
That’s a different kind of phone call.
Suddenly the drive back to the doctor’s office feels different. So does the waiting room.
The mole was fine.
My blood sugar wasn’t.
Type 2 Diabetes
Not prediabetes.
Not you’d better keep an eye on this.
Diabetes.
I was put on medication and referred to an endocrinologist.
He added Metformin and sent me to a nutritionist to learn how to eat.
I followed the advice.
My numbers still weren’t good.
So another medication was added. Glyburide.
And then came the night I still remember.
I Woke Up Seeing Stars
Actual stars.
My vision was disturbed. I was dizzy. Something was very wrong.
We called for help and learned my blood sugar had dropped too low.
The immediate treatment was glucose.
So there I was in the middle of the night taking sugar to bring my blood sugar back up after medication had pushed it too far down.
The glucose worked.
My blood sugar came back up.
But something else happened that night.
I decided I wanted to find out what I could do.
Not what another medication could do.
Me.
My food.
My movement.
My body.
I asked my endocrinologist for 90 days.
He cautioned me, which I understand.
But he agreed to let me try.
