September 11th was more than a day when we remember a national tragedy. It was the day that my life changed forever. My sugar was at 360! I went to the doctor and was told I was diabetic. I was devastated. The doctor took my beloved Pepsi. He placed me on metformin. I went through the weekend feeling so much better. The extreme thirst that I had been experiencing and the near constant urination slowed way down. I felt fine at work on Monday. Tuesday I woke up and felt the dehydration that I had experienced prior to the medication. I went to work feeling like I was thinking through the insides of a pillow. I had been there for an hour and decided to go see the nurse at work. He checked my blood sugar and it was 429! Apparently that was a bad number. He wanted to send me to the E.R. but my doctor had him give me insulin at work and then my wife took me to see him. One hour later I had a bag of nifty new gadgets and a lifetime sentence. Not the Pepsi! Anything but the Pepsi. It turned out that is was Everything AND the Pepsi!
Well it has been a few days since that all happened and I am still struggling to control my sugar. I have completely changed my eating habits but today I was still 310. Anyway, the nurse wants me to come down and call my doctor and give me more insulin because she feels that it is not in control fast enough.