Getting Better

This week was supposed to be a good week.
Although the weekend started a bit stressful, we ended it with mass and dinner out. Hubby and I spoke, figured things out, and realized that worse case scenario, all would be good.
Then I started school, my first full week of this semester. I connected with my professors, got in the classes I was on the waiting list for, and got all my books. I figured out my schedule at home, got a new work project, even packed my lunch and ate healthy.
I finally saw my Thyroid Specialist, to confirm that yes, I had indeed lost weight over the summer (yah me!). But before I started celebrating my small win, I had more blood tests to do.
Without much thinking I kept going, moving forward, and doing all the awesome things I had scheduled for the week. "Don't forge to call the doctor," my hubby told me before going to work.
I didn't - I just wanted to finish off my day before I sat down to make the calls I needed to make. In between all that I was hot, as most of us are in this God forsaken summer heat, I thought about stopping by a Winchell's to order a Raspado. (A raspado is Mexican shaved ice that has fruit instead of a syrup).
As I sat in that nice air conditioned shop I checked my messages and made a few phone calls while I ate my raspado. It was cold and tart, a perfect snack for a hot day. It was, of course, right at that very moment that I get a call from my Thyroid Doctors office.
"Blood results came in. They are not good. Your thyroid is low, so we need to update your medicine. Your blood sugar is VERY high, possibly affected by your Thyroid...we will need to add more medicine to control your sugar. You cholesterol and blood pressure are normal."
I immediately stopped sipping my raspado, and tried to explain the peak in my blood sugar levels, "I didn't take the Glumetza this summer. I tried to control it by eating...I lost weight, doesn't that count? Can't I just go back to taking Glumetza," I pleaded.
The answer was no. My blood sugar levels are too high. "Much, much too high," and if I don't get my levels controlled within a month I will be "hospitalized."
Hospitalized.
That word rang in my ears loud and clear. My voice started shaking as I calmly said yes to the instructions that followed.
"The medication will be called in today. Start taking it immediately. We need to see you in a month."
I nodded as I said yes to the receiver. I couldn't say no.
Could it be the soda I drank last week?, I asked myself as tears started streaming down my face. Maybe it was the slice of pizza I had for lunch a week ago. Could it be the fruit I eat instead of protein I eat after school?
Could it be the added stress from work, school, life? Maybe I need a vacation?
What I don't need is the added medication...I don't do well with most medications. They affect my stomach. I'm nauseous, feel weaker, and my mind is sometimes so cloudy and heave that I can barely keep my eyes open.
I also don't need to be hospitalized - so I have to do whatever it takes to get better. At least to my level of better.
Wish me luck.