Transition Phase

The interesting (and slightly irritating) thing that I'm finding in regards to my health right now, is that I'm in a sort of transition phase, especially in regards to my blood sugar and my clothing measurements.

Least serious is of course my measurements. Right now I'm gainfully employed, so buying clothing that is a bit snug or well fitting that becomes looser later isn't a huge deal. I got some size 95 jeans the other day by accident (I'm currently a size 100, roughly, down from 117) and I could get the things on but they were uncomfortable as hell and sitting down in them would have been an interesting experiment in making room for my lower intestines in my chest cavity, so I took them back and swapped them. I'm kinda still discovering what my size is going to be, really. Last week mum saw a photo of me and was all like 'Dan, your father and I are concerned that you're not eating properly' to which I informed her I was currently eating avocado and pate on toast and it was delicious, thankyou very much. Plus if I gave up loving food I would have my Phillips Boy card revoked. We do love our food, us Phillips Boys.

More serious in terms of possible repercussions is my blood sugar level, because right now I'm basically playing by ear how often I take my meds. What my medication does, is essentially help my body process sugar, which would otherwise be inhibited by a number of stresses on my pancreas, including body fat, cholesterol, sugar intake, just being a bit broken, etc. When I first got diagnosed I was taking two different kinds of pills, metformin and glycazide, twice a day. About 8 months ago I dropped down to once a day. Now... I'm taking them twice a week, maybe.

I took them this morning, and I'm currently noticing that I got the Dreaded Shakes a lot faster than usual; a couple hours after I ate breakfast. This basically means that it's possible my meds are being too effective on my system, and that I might have to drop down to one kind of pill only. I foolishly didn't bring my fancy pants blood sugar reader down to Tamsyn's with me this afternoon, but I'm not in much danger of keeling over from feeling a bit wobbly when the solution is to basically eat a sandwich.

Moral of this story is that I'm overdue a visit to the doctor's, or possibly the Diabeetus Clinic, where I can make sure my gameplan is on track for this stage of managing my filthy pancreatic disease.