The Good News… The Bad News…
After several days of anxiety and a moment or two on the verge of sheer panic, I got my blood test results back yesterday. I am not diabetic. I am not even pre-diabetic. This is fantastic news, and the relief I felt was phenomenal.
According to the test results my hormones are fine, my trace elements are all where they should be and even my cholesterol is OK (except my triglycerides are high, but duh, I’m a chub!). My blood sugars were really low, but thats mainly because it was a fasting blood test, and was to be expected.
My beautiful Russian Dr Katya has put me on several different medications though, including Metformin to help control my insulin resistance, as well as recommending I take massive doses of omega-3 on a daily basis, to assist my wellbeing.
In addition to the fistful of prescriptions, I was given 3 referrals… one to a dietician, to make sure I know how to control my energy levels and get those pesky triglycerides back where they should be; one to a sports physiologist, so I can learn to run again without aggravating my existing injuries; and one to the Black Dog Institute, and this is where the bad news starts.
Seems I have been fainting because I am stressed out of my gourd. I am literally worrying myself unconscious. This is fairly displeasing, because I honestly thought I was managing alright. The captain of my brainship however, seems to disagree.
Some time next week I will need to go and have a mood assessment with the friendly people in white coats and go from there. I already know what they are going to say, and in a way I feel like the last 12 months of my life have been leading me to this point. Its all very confronting and a little scary, but also brings more of those feelings of relief.
I need to do this, I need to stop pushing all the feelings aside and internalising the stress, because if I dont deal with it now, the next time my coping mechanisms fail, fainting will be the least of my worries.
