According to a study, bulimics are 4 times more likely to get diabetes than the general public.
I didn’t know this until about an hour ago. I also didn’t know that bulimia can cause diabetes. However, an hour ago, my doctor called me. She knows about my history with bulimia and the severity with which I’m struggling right now. She told me my lab results came back, and I have diabetes. She also said it is likely a result of my 15 year struggle with bulimia. I was shocked. I am still kind of in shock.
I don’t know what it means for me yet. I have a doctor appointment scheduled to talk about it in more detail. However, I know this means I need to get my bulimia under control if possible.
Since the intake assessor seems unsure whether I am serious about their program, I sent her an email. It was just to let her know that I went to the doctor and got all the tests done that she requested. I’m just hoping to show her that by following up, and by showing I got all the testing done, I really am serious about this. I don’t know if it’ll work, but fingers crossed!
I’m waiting at my doctor’s office for a physical assessment that’s required by the eating disorder clinic, that may not even matter since it doesn’t sound like they want to help me. But I’m determined to do whatever I can to show them I’m serious, so I’m here, waiting to be poked and prodded, have blood drawn and urine taken and tests done.
I hope it’s worth it.
I’m fasting. I went to the doctor and he told me I need to lose weight. So, I will, the only way I know how.
I don’t know how long I’ll be fasting, but for now, indefinitely.
I went to the hospital this morning to spend time with my dad. He had surgery yesterday. It went well. He has another surgery tomorrow. After the surgeries heal, he’ll need skin grafts. He’ll be in the hospital at least through early next week.
This afternoon, I had a follow up appointment with the ENT (ear, nose, throat doctor). My ENT is in the same hospital my dad is in, which was convenient, because I was planning to just walk over to my appointment, then go back and spend time with my dad after my appointment was finished.
However, during my appointment, my ENT decided I need surgery to correct my severely deviated septum. The surgery is next Friday, the 23rd. He sent me off to get an EKG, chest x-rays, and blood work for the surgery. That took a few hours (because hospital) and by the time I finished, I needed to leave, so I didn’t get to spend more time with my dad.
My fibromyalgia is flaring up very badly right now. I’m in so much pain.
Tomorrow, I have more DBT.
After my dad was admitted to the hospital, I spent the night and next day with him, keeping him company, making sure he had everything he needed, listening to the doctors to make sure we knew what was going on, advocating for him. It was a long couple days, first in the ER, then in the hospital the next day. Last night I came home and slept. I just showered and I feel refreshed.
My dad’s infection spread into his muscle. The doctor said if he’d left it much longer, it’d be in his bone, and he’d had lost the leg. I’m relieved and so thankful that my family ambushed him and made him go to the hospital. He’ll need several surgeries and lots of strong antibiotics. He goes in for his first surgery today.
My sister is taking today’s shift. I wish I could be there for him, but I also know I need to rest today. I’m very sore, my fibromyalgia is flaring up from the hospital chair I spent the last couple days in. Even with my frequent walks I didn’t escape its cruel consequences.
I talk to my dad via Facebook messenger (because it doesn’t use his data since it’s over the hospital’s wifi) often. He’s, naturally, bored and restless. The next time I go up to see him (tomorrow) I’m taking cards and we’ll play cribbage.
A bit ago I wrote about my dad’s infection in his leg and how he’s believing for faith healing and refuses to see a doctor for it.
Well, my siblings, mom, and I talked yesterday. We talked about how worried we are about him and his health, and how we’re worried about losing him. So, we have staged an intervention for tomorrow. I am not looking forward to it. I hate confrontation. I don’t want to confront him on this. However, something needs to give, because I’m terrified of losing him. So, I’ll be a part of this intervention if it give more weight to the event. I assume the more people who come together the more seriously he’ll take it.
Here’s hoping he doesn’t just blow us off.
My doctor’s office called today. My thyroid is still low, despite raising the dosage of my medication numorous times in the last year. I’m also anemic. These two things together might account for why I feel so exhausted all the time.
I just got home from my doctor appointment. I got all the labs and tests the eating disorder center want, plus a few my doctor wanted. She also wants me to start drinking 2 ensures a day. And keeping them down, she added after a couple seconds.
Inside I’m freaking out, but I know I need to be willing to do what I’m told is in my best interest if I’m ever going to recover. If I can’t even drink ensure, I’ll never be able to eat 3 meals. So I will try.
I’ll start with one a day, and try to work my way up. Facing my fears.
I had my intake assessment today. I see my doctor Friday for tests. And now I just wait to hear back.