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witchscauldronIt is a well-known fact that I dislike doctors. Nevertheless, I went to see one today. Woo.
I expected the walk up to the clinic to be 40 minutes - big hill in the middle. I blasted through it in 25 minutes - go me! Felt good. I conquered that hill. Got there, and waited...and waited...and waited.
Waiting is bad for your nerves, esp. when you don't like doctors.
So I finally get to see Dr. Boyle. The name should have tipped me off. This man is a gruff cross old Irishman - like my Uncle Mark, only a doctor. We went through my family history blah blah blah...and then it came out - I'm stupid and I'm fat. Apparently my blood sugar was 16 or something...that's bad. Very bad. He kept looking rather repulsed as he kept telling himself he'd have shuddered to see my blood sugar last year, when I was much heavier.
I was expecting this. It does not mean I like it.
I mean - yeah, ok, I'm fat - I know that. The fact that Dr. Boyle was actually rather annoyed that I was fat was...well, annoying. He also said it very patronizingly - grotesquely obese were the words. Ah well. So I am. But just because I am doesn't make me stupid - I wish I hadn't felt dumb the whole time. I felt stupid because I didn't know I had this, that I didn't look sooner, that I knew nothing about it...blar.
Wonders continue - I got a physical exam. Raar. Icky! Cardiograms suck, but at least they don't hurt. I don't get freaky about them, tho. It was ok....after the exam he definetely thought that I also have PCOS - the excess pigmentation in my armpits, the back of my neck, and my groin all seem to point to that, as well as my rather embarrasing facial hair. I'll have to see a GP and get some advice on who to see about that.
So yeah...agressive exercise and diet should balance this out, along with the meds. I'll get some info and whatnot at the Diabetes clinic here in town when I can do their course in a couple months. More blood and pee tests - ick - and then I was off to the bus home. I feel better knowing what to do now.
So I take the bus, and get off at the corner of Charlotte and Park St. - it's about 2-3 blocks from home. I figure I'll walk. As I get off, my purse strap comes loose - and my keys fall off. I don't discover this until I'm off the bus, and it's moving on.
~*SIGH*~!
So I book it - the bus station is 5-6 blocks away, max, but I've gotta boot it to catch them at the station. This is a feat I have never before accomplished, since I am slow and the aforementioned fat. Mind you, in the last year my speed and stamina have picked up a lot, and I haven't tried to catch the bus lately, either. I made it in record time. I found my keys. I even got to use my unused transfer to catch a bus home! So while earlier this week I felt rather unhealthy and useless, I'm feeling somewhat better now.
I'm gonna walk, if not every day, every other day. I'm gonna cut out the last of the useless sugary junk from my diet. I'm gonna kick Diabetes' ass. You watch me.
-M.
I expected the walk up to the clinic to be 40 minutes - big hill in the middle. I blasted through it in 25 minutes - go me! Felt good. I conquered that hill. Got there, and waited...and waited...and waited.
Waiting is bad for your nerves, esp. when you don't like doctors.
So I finally get to see Dr. Boyle. The name should have tipped me off. This man is a gruff cross old Irishman - like my Uncle Mark, only a doctor. We went through my family history blah blah blah...and then it came out - I'm stupid and I'm fat. Apparently my blood sugar was 16 or something...that's bad. Very bad. He kept looking rather repulsed as he kept telling himself he'd have shuddered to see my blood sugar last year, when I was much heavier.
I was expecting this. It does not mean I like it.
I mean - yeah, ok, I'm fat - I know that. The fact that Dr. Boyle was actually rather annoyed that I was fat was...well, annoying. He also said it very patronizingly - grotesquely obese were the words. Ah well. So I am. But just because I am doesn't make me stupid - I wish I hadn't felt dumb the whole time. I felt stupid because I didn't know I had this, that I didn't look sooner, that I knew nothing about it...blar.
Wonders continue - I got a physical exam. Raar. Icky! Cardiograms suck, but at least they don't hurt. I don't get freaky about them, tho. It was ok....after the exam he definetely thought that I also have PCOS - the excess pigmentation in my armpits, the back of my neck, and my groin all seem to point to that, as well as my rather embarrasing facial hair. I'll have to see a GP and get some advice on who to see about that.
So yeah...agressive exercise and diet should balance this out, along with the meds. I'll get some info and whatnot at the Diabetes clinic here in town when I can do their course in a couple months. More blood and pee tests - ick - and then I was off to the bus home. I feel better knowing what to do now.
So I take the bus, and get off at the corner of Charlotte and Park St. - it's about 2-3 blocks from home. I figure I'll walk. As I get off, my purse strap comes loose - and my keys fall off. I don't discover this until I'm off the bus, and it's moving on.
~*SIGH*~!
So I book it - the bus station is 5-6 blocks away, max, but I've gotta boot it to catch them at the station. This is a feat I have never before accomplished, since I am slow and the aforementioned fat. Mind you, in the last year my speed and stamina have picked up a lot, and I haven't tried to catch the bus lately, either. I made it in record time. I found my keys. I even got to use my unused transfer to catch a bus home! So while earlier this week I felt rather unhealthy and useless, I'm feeling somewhat better now.
I'm gonna walk, if not every day, every other day. I'm gonna cut out the last of the useless sugary junk from my diet. I'm gonna kick Diabetes' ass. You watch me.
-M.
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Re: PCOS
Date: 2002-11-15 03:27 pm (UTC)Anyway, the doctor is a mysogynistic moron.
Research PCOS online. Read about it in different websites to get a balanced idea.
So long as your period is fiarly normal, you're safe from a lot of nasties. Like endometreosis, uterine cancer, and hemorraging to death.
PCOS can cause diabetes, thyroid failure, weight gain, acne, male body hair growth, skin pigmentation, ovarian pain, infertility (and causes a high chance of miscairrage when one is pregnant) depression, and emotional problems because of the random fluxes of hormone levels. I wouldn't say it's something to shrug at. But at the same time, don't despair- it sounds like you're doing quite well. Improving even, and good for you!
Oh yeah, and Loki says he'd be happy to update herr doktor's education if you'd like. ;} 'course, Morri would prolly be just as happy to do the same...