I guess we're all dying.

I paid a visit to the ER today. I had some labwork done on Tuesday which indicated that I had elevated glucose levels (560). As I've been working nights, I waited till the next day to go to Urgent care. They confirmed (450) and I've been diagnosed diabetic. Some doctors say type 1, and others type 2. I have to have more tests run before they land on a specific one. I personally suspect type 1, based on my limited research as my fasting glucose is over 350.

I'm a little bit disillusioned. I'm 5 '10 145lb. Athletic. I love my sweets, but exercise basically every day. I have no family history of diabetes. Obviously, I will have to make some lifestyle changes. On one hand, I'm a little happy that I've finally found out why I'm tired all the time amongst a slew of other symptoms I've been trying to cure. But on the other, I feel like I've been given a pretty hefty burden.

When it rains, it pours. You know? I'm trying to see the positive here. I've had this disease for many years and have just gotten accustomed to the symptoms. I remember, many years ago that the thought crossed my mind, but I never pursued testing. I just delt with the lightheadedness that I experienced long ago. I got lucky because one of my medical providers offered me this bloodwork and I accepted. It was technically just to check for HIV and Hepatitis . I never would have known otherwise. Maybe it was God or the Universe helping me out.

I wonder what it feels like to not be exhausted or to not be thirsty all the time.

I knew there was something wrong with me. I'm not crazy.

Now, I'm going to try not to die so quickly. But, we're all dying, aren't we?