It's Monday, and so far my week hasn't started well at all. *sigh* It's actually been going on since this past Wednesday night. Here's the lowdown...
Wednesday night: Thought I had a zit on my waist; checked it out, and it was UGLY; had A try to pop it, but it wouldn't do much; he suggested I go to doc, because he thought it was a blood blister; R had a horrible night, with severe leg pain (a.k.a., growing pains); didn't get much sleep.
Thursday: Kept R home from school, because we woke up REALLY late; A made appointment for me to go to doc; took R to Inflatable Wonderland at the mall; had lunch on the run because was on my way to see doc; doc tried to pop it more, but by that time it was pretty much drained (yes, it was a zit - an INFECTED inverted zit); got Rx for antibiotic & put myself on schedule to have blood work done on Monday (she was testing me for diabetes and cholesterol levels); got Rx filled, and bought some OTC stuff for the big ugly on my waist; went back to jumping place at the mall; R made the poopie in her panties; came back home.
Friday: Hmm...can only remember gymnastics and spending the day with my twin sis...Oh, yeah! Found out oldest brother is having surgery to remove the mass in his neck area a week from today.
Monday: Starting to wake up at 6:30am every morning, so that I can get used to it and have R at school at a decent hour; so woke up with alarm; R woke up a few minutes later, and wouldn't go back to sleep; got her breakfast; got us dressed; went for lab work; came home; don't remember what I did besides make a grocery list; went grocery shopping at Wal-Mart and ate lunch at the McD's inside; came home & put groceries away; got a call from the doctor HERSELF telling me I'm diabetic; t-ball practice; home for dinner; read; phone call; computer.
So...Now I'm diabetic. I told my twin sis, and she just laughed. I told her it wasn't funny. I mean, we always knew it would eventually happen since it runs in my family. So it really wasn't a big surprise when I found out, and it was funny then. But now it's hitting me, and I'm a bit worried and stuff. I know I shouldn't be. I've had to deal with this with family members, but it's different when you have to deal with it in your own life.
With family members you can say, "Well, it's your life. So if you want to mess it up by not taking care of yourself, then go right ahead. I won't stop you."
But when it's YOU...You don't get to tell yourself that. I mean, you can. But what good will it do? It won't make you stop and think about things. Luckily, I'm not in a position to put myself through that question.
I've seen first hand what diabetes can do to you and your loved ones if you don't take care of yourself. It's not a pretty sight. Too many people end up getting hurt when things get worse. There's so much pain and anger when they eventually pass away from complications. Survivors keep asking themselves and others what they could have done differently, wondering if they should have and could have done more to intervene.
I have a wonderful husband, and a beautiful and talented and bright daughter. I have so much that I do now and want to do in the future. Not taking care of myself IS NOT an option.
I know I have to lose weight and take meds and eat better and exercise...The list goes on, obviously. But I can't do it alone. That's why I've got a great cheer section to help me out: my twin sis and my diabetic husband - the 2 people who have never let me down in anything that I pursue. There's always my mom and my older sister (both diabetics), and the memory of my grandmother who passed away from what boils down to diabetic complications. I just depend more on J and A. And now on R, for whatever the future may hold for her that I don't want to miss.
So you know what? I think it's going to be a GREAT week!
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