Today was one of those 3 month appointment with the CDE days.
The majority of the appointment seems insignificant compared to the realization that my pancreas serves more of a purpose than to just give my body insulin. That even though it’s dead to me, it’s not dead to the rest of my body. Or if it is dead to the rest of my body, it still retains the right to rot and kill the rest of me. I mean, seriously, I have diabetes, I never thought that I’d hear the word “pancreas” again in conjunction with any other illness I may come up with. I just kind of figured that since it wasn’t worth replacing (read: transplanting) that it was just one of those organs that could work or not work but it didn’t matter either way because it could just stay there in it’s little corner of the body, end of story. Apparently, that’s not the case, as I so learned when the word “pancreatitis” came up in conjunction with my stomach aches, nausea, and vomiting. Tests are being run for pancreatitis, although, they’re just running them so that they’re doing their due diligence, they really don’t think it’s pancreatitis, but they’re making sure. (at least, that’s how I rendered what I was told)
It’s more likely that my issue is celiac, they’re testing for that also. (But celiac didn’t cause any bright lights to turn on in my head, it’s just one of those things where I think life could become more closer to impossible to handle than it already is…i mean, seriously, think of starbucks, something tells me that will be leaving my list of good places for breakfast if I have celiac, and that will be a big bummer)
In other news, well…there wasn’t other news. My A1c was 6.8 and it really didn’t matter to me this time because I really didn’t put anything into my diabetes in the last 3 months. And me not putting anything into my diabetes actually brought my A1c down a who tenth of a point from last time. (Last time it was 6.9)