Learning to live. . .

Well I can't exactly say I didn't know it was coming. I've been staring it in the face for a long while now and have been reluctant to do anything about it because truthfully I didn't want to do anything about it. It was a question of does the benefit of living a long(er) life outweigh the joy of living each day for itself. I think that's one of the problems I had once I got out of college also. When I thought about it now, I knew why I was dragging my feet about finding a permanent job.

Not many people know this but I once admitted to a few close friends that I do not want to live past 40 years old (this was back when I was around 18). At the time, I just couldn't imagine how stale life would become, same things every day of waking up, going to work, coming home, going to bed. I didn't and still don't want that life style. Fast forward 8 years, that's the exact position I find myself in. I wake up, I go to work, I come home, I eat then either read or play on my computer, then I turn to bed. I am 26 years old, guess 40 had a jump on me.

Every few months now I go into the doctors to have my blood works done, every time it comes back with a more severe result. This last test taken 2 weeks ago shows that my blood sugar is out of control which will soon being to effect my organs. I knew I was Type 2 for the last 4 months. My previous doctor had diagnosed me with it. For a while I did good. I ate right, I did my diet (South Beach Phase 1), didn't to the exercise as a routine but changed little habits to increase my mobility such as park on the far side of the lot, go for walks etc. But then the holidays kicked in and I went off that schedule. I still parked far away sometimes even in different lots, but it wasn't enough to counteract the junk I was eating or the breakfast I skip. And highly worrisome is the fact that I tend to forget to take my mid-day medication.

Today, I saw the result of my actions. Blood sugar lvl was even considered high for Type 2. The doctor
obviously scolded me on skipping the meds, and stressed the importance of monitoring my blood sugar. She was surprised my previous doctor who diagnosed me with diabetes did not tell me to monitor it. Thus, I have a new gizmo to learn how to use. Class on how to use my OneTouch Ultra2 is tomorrow morning. Let's see if I'm awake enough to remember at least 1/2 what they say, 9am is not the best time to try to shove information down my throat.

I've also signed up for Diabetes class, the earliest was starting at the end of next month. My supervisor was very concerned and obviously supportive of me taking the class which would take 3 hours every Friday morning, which with travel means I work 1/2 days. She wants me to get this under control, actually everyone I know wants me to get this under control.

*sigh* One day at a time I suppose. One day at a time.

Regarding that whole living to 40 thing, *shrug* what does an 18 year old know anyways? As I'm beginning to push 30 I'm starting to think "50 shouldn't be so bad", now if only people would get off my case about getting a permanent job! Oh wait, I need one so I can have insurance, this diabetes stuff is expensive!