And talk insulin we did.
After going over my meds one last time to make sure there was nothing else she could do, she said I was going on the Lantas pen. "It's not a shot," she assured me, "Its a pen," "Yeah, okay, whatever," thought I.
Anyway, she sent in a nurse to take me blood sugar level and show me how to use a glucometer (I think that's what it called) even though I already knew how to use that from the time I was doing it 10 years ago or more. And then two nurses came in with a trial pen filled with saline to show me how to give myself the shot. Er, I mean, the pen!
It went MUCH better than I expected. I honestly didn't even feel the needle going in. I was amazed. Getting a drop of blood to test hurts more than actually getting the insulin. Oh, and just less than half an hour ago, I actually gave myself the first dose of insulin. And again, no pain at all.
I'm really not upset about having to be on insulin. Mind you, I don't WANT to be, but I don't really want to go blind and on dialysis and lose my feet either. And since I apparently don't have the willpower to eat like I should and to exercise like I should, then this is what I need to do. And the fact it doesn't really hurt at all, and the fact that I only have to do it once a day at the same time of the day, it doesn't seem like it's going to be a big inconvenience or a problem. (well the blood testing three times a day, yeah, that'll be an inconvenience, but eh, whatever).
So, according to what the nurse said today, I am now "Insulin dependent". Yeah, I don't really like that diagnosis, but if, in the end, it helps me get this under control and gets me healthier, then I'll take the diagnosis. And wear it proudly.
POLT
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