Wednesday, I went to see Tonya Cain, the best physician's assistant in the world, because I had been feeling yucky for the past couple of weeks.
She asked me a bunch of questions and after not seeing anything wrong, she sent me to a lab to get bloodwork done. Tonya actually thought maybe it was the heat. She said she's never seen as many people having heat-related illnesses in her 14-year career.
Tonya just wanted to make sure it wasn't anything serious.
Thursday morning, I went to get blood drawn.
This morning, as I was getting ready to leave to visit Randalette Barnes, the counselor at Blanchard Elementary School about starting a school newspaper, the phone rang. It was Angie from Family Physicians of Columbus.
She said my bloodwork was back. Already?!
Tonya told her to tell me that she's figured out why I've been so fatigued. My blood sugar was 300. It should not be higher than 120.
My blood sugar has never, ever been over 115. So I'd never even considered that.
But then, as my sister Nancy said, it's the family curse.
My mother and Nancy are both insulin-dependent. Patty and Dorothy are both pre-diabetic.
I thought I was safe because I am the oldest and never had a problem before. I don't eat crazy. It's been weeks since I even had chocolate. I did have a piece of Lily Gordon's baby shower cake on Monday. I don't drink sodas. I cut sweet tea with unsweetened and I don't drink that very often.
I guess it's family genetics!
Well, I'm wrong.
So after my visit with Randalett, I went to Family Physicians to pick up some prescriptions and a blood glucose meter.
Nancy's coming over tomorrow to go over how to use the meter.
After I take the pills for a week or so, I'll go back in and see Tonya. We'll map out what to do.
I hope I'll feel better in a few days.