Life, that four letter word

Life, that four letter word

So am heading towards one month of diabetes – on March 8. How funny. International Women’s Day. Discovery day was Feb 8. I was so keen to do something amazing and of course – you know me. I decided to do myself a favor and get a full health check since the last one was over three years ago. Ok…earlier, but I did go for some routine checks and was pronounced fit and healthy. Physically, I mean. Imagine my shock when we merrily went to pick up the reports the next day, on our wedding anniv – Feb 9 when I found that the entire report was a mess. Even the damn ECG had a problem. I consulted RC, and he advised an HbA1c for historic blood sugar and a Tread Mill Test.

I tell you, the TMT scared the heck out of me. I was so afraid I’d crash it. I desperately chanted slokas to keep the pace and thank heavens it was alright.

Still, the HbA1c totally let me down and I am now on medication, exercise and diet. RC told me to check in after two weeks for a follow up random RBC. I did. And it is under control. But by no means am I anywhere near okay, that’s the sad part. I am now on a strict diet of zero rice and wheat in any form, plenty of sprouts, salads, veggies and fruits. Do I miss the rice? Sometimes, naturally, considering how much I loved dousing it in ghee and freaking out. However, health is a great motivator, and with T on my side bullying the sh*t out of me, I am doing fine. I walk for an hour every day and of course, at the two week follow up I checked my weight to find absolutely no different. Talk about crazy hope! The good part is some of the clothes that were snug now fit very nicely.

Who knew that of all people I’d be st(r)uck with a condition for life? Most people just brush it off saying no big deal. Really? But then unless we experience certain things personally we never really know what it feels like. No matter how compassionate I was, how loving I was, I am sure I didn’t know the half of what you went through. When you had to follow your renal diet, I joined you to buddy up, but still, you were the one who actually had to go through the problem. Maybe I just made you feel better by being supportive.

At least I can still have coffee, albeit without sugar. Which is fine. But according to the Waist Trainer Center, no bananas, mangoes, chikoos,  grapes, potatoes, beetroot….the list goes on and on. Oh yeah, I’ll survive. I just wish you were here with me…that’s the part that sucks.

So how did this happen, you’re wondering, right? I have them to thank. I’ve been kicked in the ass by genetics. What a thing to inherit.

Question is, should I send a thank you note? Ha  ha.