Day 10 of the rest of my life.

The triage nurse kept calling me sweety, not because I am a sweety, but I am sweety. There is a difference there. Get it yet?? I registered a 540 on the glucose meter. I knew I hadn't been feeling well. After a few hours of a saline drip, I went home. Christmas Eve diagnosis: diabetic.

Since the end of October I have been thirsty. It got progressively worse to the point where I couldn't get enough fluid into me. I was dry all the time and had to run to the bathroom all day long. What ever went in, went out in a matter of minutes. Also I was tired, lethargic, not wanting to do much of anything. (explains my lack of posts since October).

I knew eventually I would become sugar free. Both grandmothers took insulin, parents type 2, uncle, cousin. The doctor thinks the infection I had in Oct tipped the scales for me.

Now what?? Well, portion control, low carb, little sugar, Exchange Diet. I used the diet when I was pregnant, twice. It worked well for my blood sugar back then.

So far today, day 10, I have lost 15 lbs and my eyesight has improved. My nearsighted glassed are useless. I dug deep and found the reading glasses I used with my contacts. Good, huh? The only problem is that I now feel compelled to use eye make-up, like when I wore contacts.

I'll be getting up earlier to fix breakfast, lunch, and take my blood. Oh, and put on make-up.

Knitting like crazy again. Socks for Chloe. After all this time, she tells me she would like some socks.......coming right up.