If your new to my blog or haven't read earlier blog entries, you may not know how stubborn I can be. When it comes to my health until these last few weeks I had little concern for my own well being. For example in the past I've had small issues that could of been easily resolved turn " life threatening" because I refused medical intervention.
When I had strep throat in 98 I found out if not treated can go into a worse infection. I kept working even when I was unable to eat and spitting up blood. When I had pneumonia and pluersy last year I refused medical intervention even after a few days of running a temperature above 105f. I kept refusing help until Tylenol was no longer bringing it down. My WBC (white blood cell) count was enormous. That stubborn streak earned me a trip to the ER, several Xrays and a trip to Internal Medicine.
Three short months later I had the cyst and cellulitis. It took 3 weeks to seek help. On the second visit a complete blood test was done, my glucose was 276. I assumed I could eat right & lose weight, to get my numbers under control. I thought perhaps the "276" was a warning that if I didn't change what I put in my body I could end up diabetic.
After a sugar free diet of 2 months I went back to my bad habits until that fateful day 2 months ago and a blood glucose of 407. I now know I have Type 2 Diabetes and take Metaforim to help my body rid itself of excessive glucose. I eat limited carbohydrates & starches & I'm 100% sugarfree.
I still struggle with elevated glucose periodically but my numbers are below hyperglycemic now. My stubborness could of permanently damaged my kidneys and I pray I didn't wait too long to seek help.
Being stubborn is not just a personal fault of mine. My dad, uncle and siblings are just as stubborn. I don't know if it's the mistrust of physicians or hospitals. Maybe it's the fear of placing our lives in another's hands or maybe its the fear of the unknown?
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