The Very Beginning

11 07 2005

So, about a month ago I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. I am still somewhat confused by the diagnosis. I don’t fit the profile. I am not obese. I am not over 45 (only 33). I do not have an immediate family history of the disease. I really do not know where to begin. I suppose the easiest way to tell the story is to start at the beginning (‘a very good place to start’ according to Maria)…

So, about 2 years ago I married a Norwegian and moved to Norway. I am a native Texan, born and raised, so you could say that the climate change was somewhat of a shock. I have heard of snow. And also heard rumors of places where snow fell and actually accumulated on the ground. Where I am from, if there was even a HINT of snow, panic ensued. The store sold out of bread, water and batteries within an hour. School shut down and we were warned not to drive as the roads were ‘slick and dangerous’. So, when I arrived in January of 2004, it would be an understatement to say I was shocked at what I saw. Everything was white. As far as the eye could see. I was like a 5 year old. Absolutly fascinated. I would sit in front of the window and just stare at the snow falling. Big, fat, fluffy snow. I was enchanted. Everytime it would start to snow, I would beg my husband to come outside with me. I just wanted to stand in it. To let it fall on me. It was amazing. I think my husband was secretly wondering what he had gotten into and how anyone could be so abnormally fascinated by something as ordinary as SNOW. But I was, and I like to think that it added to my charm!
A new beginning in a strange land! The next oddity was the lack of daylight. At first I thought it was just getting cloudy at 3 in the afternoon, but I quickly learned that it was in fact the setting of the sun. At 3.30 in the afternoon. And then it didn’t get light again until 9.30 or 10.00 the next morning. But you could still see the snow. Snow lights up everything. It is like it lights things from the ground up and everything just starts glowing.
So, time went by. I noticed I was tired. Tired a lot. But just thought it was the winter depression I had heard about. I complained to my husband that I was tired all the time. I told my mother I had no energy. I was yawning ALL the time. It was very strange. They all told me to go to the doctor. But I am from America, I have never had good health insurance and had never considered going to the doctor for something like ‘being tired’. It just seemed silly…’So, what brings you here today?’ ‘Well doctor, I’m just tired.’ So I didn’t go.
Fast forward to a month ago. I had some sort of flu. Again. (I have never been sick so much in my life since I moved to Northern Europe. Other American’s and Australians say the same thing) So, finally my husband says ‘You are going to the doctor!’ So off to the doctor we went. The doctor poked and prodded and then, because he had very little information on me, he ordered me to the hospital to get a full blood work up so he could have it in my file. Of course I had no intention of going to the hospital to get my blood taken! But again, my husband said ‘you are going!’ Ugghhhhh…FINE!! So I went.
The next day I got a call from the doctor’s office. And because my Norwegian is still not so good and their English is not fine tuned in the art of B.S, what came out of her mouth was quite BLUNT. ‘Your bloodwork came back. Everything is fine. (Phew) EXCEPT…Your blood sugar was quite high and we think you may have Diabetes.’





3 responses

11 07 2005

It’s an odd diasese. I was diagnosed with Type 2 at the age of 22. Almost a year later I was told I was a Type 1. It’s a very difficult process, I think it’s great you have the courage to write about it. Keep it up!

11 07 2005

I too was just diagnosed. I too just started a blog about the whole sordid frightening thing! I am truly not taking this very well. I feel like such a baby! I know it is certainly a disease to contend with but I also know we can have a lot of control over how we handle it.
I hope you are feeling and doing much better. What were your initial numbers and are you on medication, etc?

11 07 2005

Beautiful writing. I like the marriage of those two words: beautiful and diabetic. I like your explanation of why you chose to put them together. It’s sincere and quite stunning.

I don’t think you should feel like a baby, though I understand. I’d be incredibly scared to be going through what you’re struggling with. You sound courageous.

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