I've come to a point in my life now where I'm almost totally withdrawn from human contact, so I'm hoping that just writing it all down will be enough.
Yesterday I had a doctor appointment. I thought it was just a check because she had put me on new meds and I planned on using the opportunity to ask about a problem I've been having in my left scapular area. It's been gradually causing more and more pain. Since it was crushed in the car accident 4 1/2 years ago, I'm wondering if this pain is connected to that. The one thing I wasn't concerned about was the glucose tolerance test I'd taken 3 weeks ago. If something had been wrong there, they would have called me......or so I thought.
Turns out that they don't like to tell people they are diabetic over the phone. News that devastating tends to make people freak out so they want to tell them face to face. Did I freak out? No, not at first anyway. I didn't know enough about diabetes to know how much it would affect my life. I'm not real big on eating sweets so it would be no big deal giving them up, right? Ha! Jokes on me!

Since way back when I was a Chiapelli, pasta has been a main staple in my cupboard. My favorite snack is Lays Potato Chips. I am addicted to Raspberry Jello with Whole Berry Cranberry Sauce, Pineapple and low fat Cottage Cheese topped with Cool Whip. If I'm not cooking with pasta, I am probably using rice or potatoes.
Pasta, rice, potatoes, and dairy are all considered starches and starches convert to sugar as soon as they enter your body. If you look in my cupboards right now, there is not a single thing that I'm allowed to eat. Nothing, zip, zilch, nadda!
So the freak out has begun. A lot of crying and feeling sorry for myself. Hopefully now that I've put this all into words I can start thinking about solutions.