Last week I had my 30-minute annual diabetes check. Last year, the practice nurse was lovely. I hoped it would be the same one last week, because before her it was a nasty old battleaxe who clearly despised all type 2 diabetes sufferers, didn’t know or care that mine is steroid-induced, and made me feel so horrible I didn’t go back for two years. I think she might have retired. Haven’t seen her around for a good while. One lives in hope.
Anyway, last week it was a different nurse again, but she was just as lovely as the one last year. Unfortunately, the news wasn’t. Lovely, that is.
My condition is invisible and there’s little room for improvement in my personal management, so we’re talking new drugs added to the existing cocktail with the inevitable side effects, and with insulin injections now part of the discussion if these drugs don’t bring things back from the dangerous place they’ve reached in this past year.
On a happier note, I’m pleased to report that Gabapentin, a new (to me) drug my GP started me on two weeks ago to help me sleep at night and so with a bit of luck ease my chronic pain from ME and arthritis, appears to be working. At least for the sleep thing. I’m getting a regular four or five hours per night now. It’s like being human again.
If I continue to tolerate it and can increase the dosage gradually, we hope it might actually reduce my brain’s pain reception. But even if that doesn’t happen, the good sleep is enabling me to write more regularly.
I’m so hopeful about this (perhaps naively so but I can’t help grasping at this straw) that I talked with another author over the weekend about maybe co-writing something exciting. We’ll talk again in September when our calendars are more clear.
God, I hope I’m not setting myself up for a big disappointment with this.
Wish good things for me, please. 🙂