I spent three hours with the diabetes clinic today and left feeling very overwhelmed. My situation is very different from most others diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes and most of the information for them just isn't wise for me. Fortunately, the dietician was very understanding, telling me that I had to do what I had to do for my particular case.
The nurse reassured me that there was nothing I could do to avoid what happened. She reviewed my food diary for the week and said that without the trial drug, there was absolutely no reason my blood sugars were so high.
After two days (Monday and Tuesday) on the glucose treatment drug, I am seeing a downward trend. It's *slightly* possible I could even be back in the trial on Wednesday. I'll check in the morning and give them a call to let them know if my levels are acceptable. I have to be careful, though ... the labs at the hospital are much more sophisticated and their readings can be significantly different than my home monitor.
VERY SPECIFIC PRAYER REQUEST: Please ask that my glucose levels reach the desired level by Wednesday, or Thursday at the latest. If they do, I can remain on my current schedule on into Christmas. If they do not, then, quite simply, it messes with everything.
I want to be sweet, but not too sweet! :D
Also, I've been emotional today. For some reason, diabetes seems to be overwhelming. I have enough on my plate without having to worry about it. I don't *want* to worry about it ... I don't want to learn about it, I don't want anything to do with it.
On the Bible front, I'm still writing through Numbers. I found it interesting at the end of chapter 20 when Aaron (Moses' brother) was told he was going to die:
"So take Aaron and his son Eleazar and lead them up Mount Hor. Remove Aaron’s clothes from him and put them on his son Eleazar. Aaron will be gathered there; Aaron will die.
"Moses obeyed God’s command. They climbed Mount Hor as the whole congregation watched. Moses took off Aaron’s clothes and put them on his son Eleazar. Aaron died on top of the mountain. Then Moses and Eleazar came down from the mountain. The whole congregation, getting the news that Aaron had died, went into thirty days of mourning for him."
It seems that Aaron was a ripe old age of 123, but there is no record in this particular chapter of his reaction to the announcement that he was going to die. Was he carried up the mountain? Did he walk? Was he frail and sick? Was he healthy? Was he forced up the mountain or did he go willingly? (It seems that in a later chapter (33), that it says he climbed the mountain himself, so that indicates he accepted the hour of his death.)
It makes me wonder ... am I not accepting the hour of my death? Of course, I don't think I've had a mandate from God saying that it's time for me to die, but this does give food for thought.
Praying for understanding, praying for ongoing peace. Praying about everything, trying to worry about nothing. Sometimes, much easier said than done.
Thank you for walking with me.