I'm just too sweet...

Got my diabetic labwork done again this week. The good news is that my numbers haven't gotten worse; the bad news is they haven't gotten better, either. Given my mother's raging diabetes (she takes 300+ units of insulin a day), I consider myself lucky to just be on medication for now, but I'd like to get better.

Dr. G has left me on the existing meds but may add another if I'm not improving by December. This is such a delicate balancing act. It's more than just a numbers game; it's about changing lifestyle. I'm a food addict, and, as I've said here before, the world's worst diabetic. But I'm also the only one who can change things, and long overdue to start.

The new medication's working...I can feel it here.

It took a while, but I finally got the right routine down with the Fentanyl patch, and it's my new wonder drug. It's handling the pain better and without the fogginess, fatigue or GI issues of the morphine or oxycontin. And I'm taking fewer Norco, which is my current breakthrough medication. The only trouble is getting the damn things to stick to my skin for three days. For now I'm covering them with heavy-duty gauze dressing tape, but it's not perfect. But it's worth the hassle to finally -- after nearly five years -- find a long-acting pain medication that WORKS!