A day of learning

After feeling a bit ill when I awoke and so I took my glucose level with my test kit that I was told to get nearly two years ago, a fasting test is always more accurate. It had been a while since I had tested, since the last time it was within in the normal range, which is below one hundred that is according to the literature that I had been given. But this morning it seemed not so good it read one hundred and twenty seven and I thought perhaps that it meant that I was now a diabetic. Fortunately, we had bought one of those beverages for glucose spikes that were for neutralizing your levels and so I took it. Within an hour I retook my glucose test and found out that it had gone up to one hundred and forty-one, not extraordinarily high for a type one diabetic, but for a woman who has been told that she is on the brink of type two for the last few years; I became concerned.

Being my normal needing to know self I contacted the available nurses at the local hospital that have free information and doctor referral services. The first one I spoke with seemed to be unsure. And I asked her what I should do, since I first had been nauseas and did vomit I asked her about that and that problem I believe is caused by my aversion to odors and as suspected she told me to eat lightly, drink liquids with crackers and don’t put any solids in my stomach until I stop vomiting for eight hours, and said to see a doctor within the next twenty-four hours. Far as my glucose numbers go they were under what she believed to be in the danger zone, and she said if it goes over two hundred then I should have it checked. But she called back later and told me that anything under one-hundred and twenty five was OK, but over was possibly diabetes type two, but that did not mean that you were a diabetic yet, huh? I don’t want to be and I suppose now is the time to get another A1C test once again, those are more telling. So once I figure out where and when, I will.
I had contacted my old friend, the professor, herself with diabetes to get a couple of names of an endocrinologist’s and her internist names to perhaps use. Hers is so upsetting she is so ill with it and her skin lesions not healing due to an extreme lack of white blood cells and a very rare blood type ‘B negative’, only 2% of the populace of the world have that blood type; my heart goes out to her and I so wish there is something I could do for her… The only thing I did do was give her my neurologists name and phone number since she also has diabetic neuropathy with everything else, so I feel useless to help her; only wish that I could.

I would like to be able to do a campaign to find her that blood type and perhaps she could get a bone marrow transplant or something. Oh, I don’t know exactly what it would take; she is a mother of three and grandmother of two and a wonderful lovely lady! It broke my heart speaking with her about what she was going through, and yet she was so sympathetic to my problems. What a decent human being.

I did contact the American MS Association, amsa.org too on my nausea problem with odors that causes that vomiting issue which in reality is NO fun and it has recently increased, and from what I could glean online it appears to be another one of those brain thingies that goes through the blood brain barrier, but not a common MS problem. I guess I will need to start jotting all this down for my neuro appointment next month. As expected she had nothing on it and when I told her that I would love to be able to go out more but as she well knew that the heat was all MS peoples enemies she said they have a free cooling vest and that I would qualify for it, since I fit their criteria for the yearly Cranial MRI, which I am due for next January!

And so she is sending me the application and it should be here any day now. Do any of you know how great that is going to be; to be able to go out again into the world? Yippee! It could mean returning to a more adventurous life amongst the exciting crowds that do things like street fairs and art shows and who knows what else! The possibilities are endless.

You see, I had the cold packs and even those beaded scarves that you dip in ice water. But to be honest they do work but in order to wear the ice packs I have to place them in my clothing, my bra, and believe me when I tell you this gal, no longer needs any help in that arena, plus it is a little more than chilling directly on the skin!
And so these vests do get filled with the cold packs too but have the fabric slots for them, perfect, and more than inconspicuous I presume?

On that hopeful possibility let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you all to count those blessings and to kindly share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?