Insulin and a Date
After getting a couple of high readings on my fasting blood sugar at home, I was asked to start checking it every day instead of every other day and then to fax my results in each week on Tuesdays. When I faxed my numbers in for the 2nd week this past Tuesday, I immediately got a call to come in. So casting aside my plans for dropping Brenden off to play with kids while I went to the chiropractor for an adjustment and a massage, I rushed through my shower and went to the doctor where I knew what news was coming.
And it came. Insulin. But it isn’t the horrible thing I always thought it would be. Not that I like it, but it could be a lot worse. I only have to take it once a day, first thing in the morning. The needles actually hurt much less than taking my blood sugar too. So I’ve been getting through it for about a week now, and I think I will survive what I thought would be one of my worst nightmares.
The other piece of news I learned while at the doctor is that he’s looking at Jan. 6th for my c-section. I’m not sure that is a set date yet, but that’s what I know so far. Means Patrick just might be celebrating his birthday in the hospital!