I went to the doctor tonight. I’m officially 100% no longer on diabetes medication. Ha! Take that, pancreas. I showed you who’s boss!
Unofficially, I stopped taking the tablets a couple of months ago. Way before my blood tests. And you know what, the results were even better this time than last time. I so don’t need those tablets.
I’m totally cured. Okay, I know you can’t cure diabetes but I’m near enough to it. Now I’m going to cure my sister’s chronic fatigue with my mad curing skillz.
I want to warn anyone reading this, who is diabetic and on metformin – they never told me that taking metformin and doing lots of exercise can cause hypos (low blood sugar). For ages, I’d leave the gym feeling drained and whoosy. It took a while for me to make the connection. Now I can exercise and feel good and that rocks.
I think I need to go out and buy myself a pressie with the money I’m saving on prescription drugs. Oh except I can’t. I did a stupid thing today. At lunchtime I went to the gym then shopping and bought a cute little pinafore dress (well the jury is out on that one – it could make me look like some demented child’s tv presenter). My packback was so stuffed full of gym clothes, I put my wallet in the bag with the dress.
When I got back to work, I decided I needed to wear the dress NOW. So I slipped it on and threw the bag on a chair.
Because of my mad walking skillz, I ended up way early for the doctor and went to a cafe for some fruit toast (I’ve swapped my cupcake obession for fruit toast – but only the good shit with like apricots and other non-raisin fruits). When I went to pay, I realised I’d left my wallet at work. Oops.
Major embarassment but the waiter said he trustedme to bring in the money tomorrow. Then I looked up at him. Holy moly, he was the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life. Of course I’m taking the money in tomorrow. I’m going back there every day for the rest of my life!