I haven’t talked much about this to anyone until now. I have been coasting along for at least the last two years pretending I don’t have diabetes and while that was going on, I was thumbing my nose at it, thinking that if I deny it I don’t have to deal with it, it doesn’t exist, I’ve beaten it. And nothing is farther from the truth. The truth is, it’s kicking my ass right now.
When it gets to the point that Robo is concerned, and I’m even concerned, seriously, then I need to do something. So … I called my insurance company this afternoon to switch to Robo’s primary care doctor (who treats his diabetes). The upside to that is we can both go and be seen at the same time, AND I am assured that I will at least see the doctor twice a year if not more often.
I have a co-worker who is also diabetic and she’s been nagging me nearly to death. But the kicker was the condition of one of my toes, and the fact that I have been pretty much unable to wear all the cute shoes I have because I cannot feel my feet in them (the slides, platforms) and will likely tumble out of them, and the others (closed toe shoes and pumps) just don’t fit anymore. Now I’m not going to be happy if I have to wear old lady shoes, but I’ll be less happy if I have no feet to put any shoes on — ugly shoes or otherwise.
So it’s time for my reality check. It’s time to stop indulging my very bad eating habits. To start taking this disease seriously. I kicked a disease once (cancer), and I will do it again.