February 2008

I get a call around 10 this morning (asking) telling me that I need to go see the Endocrinologist; as soon as possible. Well, it was either today at 1 or April. Hmmmm, not really an option there.  So off I went to the appointment, not even sure why.

Apparently since my glucose levels are not in control yet the doctor wanted to see me.  We changed my bedtime and breakfast dosages.  And she explained more to me on what is going on and why I haven’t leveled out yet.   She was really nice and kept asking if I had any more questions and did I understand everything that was going on.  She actually sat with me for 1/2 an hour.  You don’t see many doctors taking their time.  It’s usually a rush visit so they can get to the next patient.

Right now it’s almost a game of what dose of insulin will allow me to eat.   Tomorrow is my ob/gyn appointment, which I have been very anxious about since I haven’t seen them since this whole insulin business started.


So for the past couple of days my numbers have not been good.  Of course I had to wait until Monday to talk to any one about it.  I leave a message bright and early, then I fax my numbers over, then I call again, and again, and again.  Nine hours later I talk to a nurse.  I am now doing 4 shots a day instead of 2 and I’m increasing my dosage.  So besides the 4 shots, I also check my blood 4 times a day.  That’s a total of 8 pricks a day!  Now I just have to wait until Thursday to see my ob/gyn to see what they think of all of this and if it will be affecting my due date currently set for April 17th.   So how about that third child??????

Early this afternoon my cell rings and the number looked like a number from the hospital.  I put my meeting that I was holding on hold and took the call.  Apparently the diabetic doctor would like to see as soon as possible.

They received my fax of my glucose numbers during the last week and feel that I need to go on insulin.   My  educated, grown-up response was to pretend that my cell was breaking up and responded with: *static sound*  “I’m sorry, what did you say . . . . . . insulin?” *more static sound*.  The nurse didn’t buy it.  She wanted me to come in within a couple of hours.  After crying through the rest of our conversation I agreed and scheduled a time.

Now on to the frantic calls to my husband to see if he would make it on time since there is NO WAY I can put a needle into myself.  An hour later I get a hold of him and he’s headed the almost 2 hour trek to the doctor’s office.  (Which he did get there on time.)

They are not happy with my numbers I’ve been producing and they don’t want to play with my diet or exercise.  Because of my borderline numbers the first pregnancy and all the high numbers this one they want to be aggressive right away.  So, they want to start me off with a very low dose, it’s actually only a drop, literally.  And I am only doing 2 injections a day.  Right before breakfast and right before lunch.  Okay, so my husband can do my morning one and my school nurse can do the lunch one.  Good, I don’t have to do it; I hope.  If my numbers start to drop too low because I increase exercise then they will take me off of it.  However I need to exercise 20 minutes right after every meal.  Breakfast will be the difficult time because I eat right before I leave for work and by the time I drop off the baby and get to work it’s already been an hour and I’m checking my glucose.  And that is the reading that tends to be the highest.

So tomorrow is my first shot.  My ‘sadistic’ husband keeps saying he’s looking forward to sticking me.  I know he’s only kidding and come tomorrow morning when I’m standing there in tears he’s definitely going to hesitant.   But he thinks he’s funny.

So now it’s late, my heading is pounding from being so upset and emotional and here I am waiting until it’s time for my ‘bedtime’ snack instead of passing out, which is what I really want to do.

How many more weeks?????  Oh yeah, too many!!!

So my birthday and Christmas (which I celebrate) are only 9 days apart.  It has always been a bit harder time for me since my birthday gets over looked; which is an understatement.  I really have had crappy birthdays, no really. Well you asked for it, here comes the stories. . . .


Well I had my diabetic appointment.  Right now I’ll be controlling my blood sugar with diet and exercise.  Hopefully it’ll stay that way and I won’t have to do insulin shots.  But no more good foods for me.  And of course it’s jelly bean season!  Don’t worry, I’m stashing some bags here and there for later.  Oh, and Girl Scout Cookies!!!  I’ll be freezing some boxes.  But on to the appointments. . . .


I went to my first gestational diabetic visit.  It was just with our Maternal Fetal Medicine office.  They send you there because once you’re diagnosed you’re considered a ‘high risk’ pregnancy.  They just go over what is going on, what it means, what could possibly happen in the future and the effects on yourself and child.

Blah, blah, blah.

I only say that because this is round two for me; so I already knew the information.  Of course I didn’t have the fifty million questions that I had the first go around so it was a quicker visit.  Then they checked the baby and everything checked out normal.  So I shouldn’t see them again unless something occurs and my status ‘worsens’; becomes uncontrollable.

Next visit will be with the diabetic center, next week.  I’ve been trying to get a visit since last Friday and they didn’t get back to me so the MFM office called and of course since they are docs they got me an appointment.  But it’s not for another week.  So I guess they’re not that concerned.   Well I did only fail 2 out of 4 readings and the two I failed were by mere points.  I am following my old diet, for the most part.  Hey it was fat Tuesday, I needed my fasnacht!  But I am being careful and watching even if I can’t check for now.  But I will definitely become Sergent Anal once I get my test strips.

Well that’s that for now.  My next visit is supposed to be 3 hours but since I’m a ‘pro’ I’m hoping to get it down to an hour.  I still have all my information and paperwork which I already have reviewed.   So one down, many more to go!!!

OHHH, yeah and my back is out.   Great, just great.  I can barely walk, sit, drive, be comfortable. . . . it sucks!  So I called my Chiropractor/Sports Medicine Doc.  Apparently when you’re pregnant you release ‘relaxings’ that help lubricate your joints and bones to help spread your hips and pelvis.  (Note: This is my lay-man’s term of describing what’s going on.)   Okay, I knew this.  But when you’re on your second pregnancy you’re already still adjusted from the first time so the second go around my cause you to have some bones slip out of place.  So basically my pinched nerve (that I thought was just pinched from inflammation) has been pinched due to bones not properly lined up.   Well I was so tight and inflamed that he wasn’t able to do it at fist.  But after a couple of adjustments and he made me lay on my back for a while, he was able to pop me back in to place.  And that’s exactly what I heard and felt.  It still hurts now, but I’m hoping to feel more relief tomorrow.  Yeah, fun times.  We do this why??  Oh yeah, that little bundle of joy in the end.  I guess it’s worth it.  ; )