Posted by Dinah on January 21, 2011, at 17:56:16 [reposted on January 21, 2011, at 20:47:35 | original URL]
I had actually scheduled only one session next week. No grand announcement. No plans for the future. Just only one session next week.
That must have upset the fates. My mother, who has been quiet lately, suddenly started piling troubles on me. And worse yet, my A1c levels rose alarmingly this quarter. I swear I ate no worse than usual. Maybe even better. But my levels rose from the mid 7's to the low 10's. I don't know what that means to me. They called, told me the result, asked if I'd been taking my medications, then said they'd have to talk to the doctor. I dread knowing what comes next. Insulin maybe.
I could probably cut down on sugar without much sadness. But I think I'd rather die than give up crusty white bread, or potatoes, or pasta. I really think I would.
I just want to curl up in a ball, and suddenly it matters that I won't see him for a week. Not that he can help. What can he do? But I am calling to try to get my Tues appt back anyway.
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