ok, good news first.
I did not leave the doctors with anything permanently attached to me.
I do not have to start scouring the earth for spare body parts.
And I do not have to go to dialysis three times a week .
In fact, for the most part I am in ok condition.
My blood pressure is perfect!
My LDL cholesterol reading was where it should be, and my HDL cholesterol levels are excellent.
All my body parts are functioning as they should, and I have not yet inflicted any permanent damage to my innards..
The bad news....
My A1C levels were not good.
A1C is a form of hemoglobin that is measured primarily to identify the average plasma glucose concentration over prolonged periods of time.)
Normal A1C levels for non-diabetics is 4-5.6%
Recommended A1C levels for Type II diabetics is 6.5-7%
Five years ago...
I had lost ALOT of weight within a few months. Rapid weight loss is NOT
pretty. Your skin and muscles cannot keep up and everything just
drops....I looked like a crack whore....seriously...
(I will try and find a
My hair was falling out by the handful, and just walking up the stairs kicked my ass.
It was a week before Christmas/my birthday, I finally went in to see
the doctor, who told me right off the bat that she suspected
diabetes....two days later the test results came back.
She said: "Choleesa, I need you to come in my office right away, and have someone bring you if possible"
Ok, if she was trying to scare the shit out of me...she succeeded.
She explained my results to me. My A1C level was at 14.5% , my glucose reading was at 514, and I was SEVERELY dehydrated. She wanted to hospitalize me.
I was not spending Christmas in the hospital....no way Jose.
I was sent to a diabetes specialist who showed me pictures of gangrenous
legs, and amputated feet. Literally, pictures of amputated feet,
severed from the leg, and sitting on a table....just the discolored
foot..........and pictures of infected wounds, ooozing with God knows
And immediately after, I was sent next door to the nutritionist, who
brought out plastic food and showed me what MY plate should look like.
Yeah, as if I would ever eat again after those pictures...
3 months later, I went back in for another A1C test.....(three months of
basically eating like a caveman, and exercising like an anorexic) and
my test results came back at 6.4% (Choleesa raised arms and did the
"Rocky at the top of the stairs" dance) Stay on that path, and I may be able to get off all meds...
Fast Forward to yesterday...............
My A1C results......
(Am I boring you?? I usually try to avoid the really long winded
posts, cause I know people just up and hit the "X" button in the top
right hand corner, cause its just too damned long....at least that is
what I do)
My A1C results.................................11.5%.....
ok, I cried.
Because my doctor did the dramatic thing....she started me at the
beginning, when I was at my worst, and read back
comments I had made back then.... (she takes EXCELLENT notes) and the progress I had made.
I once was doing so good.... I was once so DETERMINED to beat this
thing, I was strong enough to do so much improvement in such a short
period of time.......I was determined to live a long HEALTHY life.
Then she "informed/reminded" me of the risks.....click here if interested.
What has happened to me that I no longer value my health??
Anyways, I guess this is sort of a second chance...that I am not permanently damaged, and that my levels can still be improved... I dont know that I get a third chance. So I guess I gotta make some changes....
And MORE bad news: Note Sunday, Monday & Tuesday...... Fall my ass.