The doctor and I were obviously going to have a pow-wow ...he was going to throw the pow and I was going to be wowed!! I didn't have to wait long.... in He walked.
He took the chair beside me, opened my chart and sighed. My eyes searched for some sort of recognition. Was this a good sigh or a bad sigh? He tried to speak, cleared his throat, and then delivered the news in a sympathetic yet strong voice. "You are diabetic Dee"!!
At this point he could have been speaking to anyone because he certainly wasn't speaking to me. How could I be diabetic? The constant thirst I had was just my training myself to drink water constantly, wasn't it? The fact that I was up six to ten times a night to go to the bathroom was quite normal for the amount of water I was drinking, wasn't it? The fact that I was losing weight and not really dieting was just a metabolism thing, wasn't it?
The numbness I had in one of my toes was normal for people my age, wasn't it? So sometimes my mind got fuzzy and I couldn't focus clearly, that was expected, wasn't it? Ok, so I am only 55 and already have two cataracts but that's hereditary, wasn't it?
Yes, the doctor was talking directly to me and suddenly I heard him clearly....I am a diabetic and right here and now my life is about to make a complete u-turn......soon I'll share the new direction I am going.