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Okay... so if I'm going to introduce myself, I'd better get on with it then. Sitting and staring at the screen isn't going to make me (or anyone else) any wiser.

This first bit is just about me, so if you find it boring, you're welcome to skip over, I wont mind - hell, I wont even know! It's like, y' know, "Check the worry in my eye, Bru!"

My name is Noodle. It's not the name I was blessed with by my ever loving Parents, or by Ancestral decree. It is, however my real name in as far as it's the only name I've answered to for almost as long as I can remember. If I say that it's a name given to me by Santa Clause, you might think that I've got lost and should be looking for some other kind of forum to post to.

Anyway, I'm a 66 (going on 67) year old African, and I've just got the news that I'm Diabetic.

Anyone looking at my photo, or meeting me for the first time may be forgiven for exclaiming "...but you're WHITE!"

Yes, I have a white completion, inherited from Celtic ancestors, but I was born here in Africa, and my body has been nourished and grown from nutrients out of the soil of this Continent. In fact I've more claim to the title of "African" than many of those posturing urban hyphenated African wannabes making so much noise in the "Civilized World".

Admittedly, at times like now, although it is still early spring, I envy my melanin enhanced brethren who seem to bake so beautifully - like brownies in an oven - while their startling white smiles stretch into good matured grins as they watch my skin turn lobster red, burn and blister, and my smile turn red with blood as my lips crack and split under the merciless African sun.

Yes, this is the real Africa, and things are not always easy over here. You gotta be tough to survive, and survival is the name of the game. You gotta know when to stand up and fight, you gotta know when to run like a dog, and you gotta know when to just go with the flow.

Being so close to my allotted three score and ten years, I often look back and wonder how it is that I have survived for so long while so many more able, and dare I say, deserving people have fallen prey to the Grim Reaper.

So far, I have managed to avoid extinction through: Malaria, Yellow Fever, Blackwater Fever, Sleeping Sickness, Ebola, Tick-bite fever, Bilharzia, HIV/AIDS, Measles, Mumps, Chicken pox, Smallpox, Cholesterol, High Blood Pressure, The Y2K bug, El Ninio, the hole in the Ozone layer, Global warming, a World War, A Terrorist War, Swine Flu, Bird Flu, Asian Flu, HongKong Flu, and possibly the one that flu over the cuckoo's nest.

I've been: Beaten Up, Run Down, Car jacked, Mugged, shot at and stabbed.

I've fallen down stairs, out of trees, off the roof, off a mountain (Well, at least from where I was looking, it was a mountain!)

Nevertheless, I am grateful for the time I've had in this "vale of tears" so far. Not that I'm planning to shuffle off this mortal coil anytime soon.


Anyway, like, Why am I here??

Well, a funny thing happened to me on the way to the Forum, (Sorry, Couldn't resist that one)

I actually don't know exactly what happened. All my life, I've been, like, really, REALLY, healthy. I'm just the kind of guy that hardly ever gets sick. My Doctor once told me when I went for a checkup, "You've got the constitution of a mongrel. If I have to rely on you for a living, I would starve to death."

Last week, I picked up a bit of a cold, nothing much, just a snot nose and a cough. Well, I can shovel the BS with the best of them, and at work I was snufflin' 'n snortin', Hackin' 'n Coughin', Sneezin', 'n wheezin''. You should have seen me, real Oscar award stuff! Eventually, someone suggested that maybe I should take myself home, as I was so obviously at death's door.

Hiding my grin behind a tissue, I beat a hasty retreat, looking forward to a nice loooong weekend. But first, a quick stop at the local clinic, for a sick note - had to make this thing look good (or bad).

When I eventually got to see the Doc. he took one look at me, stuck that earphone thing against my chest, stuck a stick down my throat, and said "You'll live"

"What?! No sick note?"

" You're not sick" he said handing me a prescription for some cough mixture and decongestant tabs." Have a nice day"

As I was about to close the door after me, he said "Wait" and quickly scribbled on another form. "Ah-Ha" I thought, "A sick note", but my joy was short lived. "Take this down to the Nurse's station, then come back to me".

"WTF" I thought, "now I'm a messenger boy?"

Anyway, I dumped the note on the nurse's desk, and without looking up she said "take a seat, please"

So I took a seat and waited, and waited, and waited....

Eventually, I saw her coming towards me with a Styrofoam cup in her hands. "Ah! Coffee," I thought, but once again my hopes were stillborn, the cup was empty!

Seeing my confusion, the Nurse snapped "Go pee in the cup!"

I found my way to the throne room, and locked myself in, unzipped, and waited for something to happen... Nothing... I didn't need to pee... I stood around just hanging out, y' know, waiting for things to start flowing, an' just when I thought something was startin', there's this BANG BANG BANG on the door and Ms. Nightingale yelling "Hurry up in there, I haven't got all day y' know?!"

That did it! The faucet locked down tight! It took me another twenty minutes of twistin' 'n shakin', hoppin' 'n boppin', bouncin' 'n jouncin' to coax about three drops into the waiting receptacle.

I wont embarrass myself any further by repeating Ms. Nightingale's comments here.

Next, the blood test, which was handled more efficiently and quickly than the previous test. Then back to the Doc's office, with a piece of paper with some number's on it, where I waited... and waited... and waited.

Finally, the good Doc. himself came out, took a look at the numbers, and said, "Go home and come back tomorrow morning. Nothing to eat after 22h00 and nothing to drink except water!"

Okay, so there's me bright eyed and bushy tailed the next morning, waiting for Ms Nightingale to finish her coffee, and to hang up her phone. When I was finally handed the cup, with the request to "please try and do a little better today"

Today, I was ready for her. It took me less than a minute in the throne room, and I was back with a full load. All that I got for my effort was a dirty look. Guess there's no way to please some women!

Another blood test, some more numbers on a slip of paper. and I was once again deposited outside the good Doc's office, where I waited... and waited... and waited...

Eventually, he came out, looked at the numbers, looked at me, looked at the numbers, said "Come inside" and disappeared back into his sanctum.

By the time, I got seated opposite him, he had already written out a script, and as he handed it to me he said "Take one of these in the morning, and one in the evening, and come and see me in two weeks time."

DUH!!!

"Wa'for??" I mutter.

"You're Diabetic." says the good Doc cheerfully, "It's incurable, but don't worry, LOTS of people have it." (Yeah I think, just like Lots of people have AIDS, and that's incurable too) "You're just going to have to make a few changes in your lifestyle... and while you're at he pharmacy, you might want to pick up one of those blood glucose monitors. Have a nice day!"

Okay, so here's me with a vial of huge pills that are about as easy to swallow as a manhole cover, and a thingie that sucks up my blood and gives me a number.

Changes in lifestyle? Sure! I can change. This is Africa, you either adapt or die. I can do this.....

Uh-Oh, Just exactly WHAT changes am I supposed to make? I would imagine that these changes would include changes in diet, like maybe no more candy, but I suspect that there's a lot more to it than just that.

As far as the blood glucose monitor goes, I get a number - no idea what it represents, no idea what it means, and no idea of what I'm supposed to do about it.


:scared:HEEEEEEELP!!!:scared:
 

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Hello Noodle, that is the longest introduction I have ever read, but I enjoyed reading it. You have a wonderful sense of humor and you are very articulate. (Did I spell that correctly???) After all that you have been through I think you should be called Superman. I have lived with diabetes for 63 years and I am very healthy. Maybe we are both supermen. Changing the way you live can enable you to live a long and healthy life, provided all those other other African maladies don't take over in the meantime. Do you know which kind of diabetes you have? Is it Type 1, or Type 2? Are you using insulin, or taking pills to control your blood sugar?

Since you have a glucometer , meter for short, to measure your blood sugar level I want you to do the following. Test your blood tomorrow morning when you wake up and before you eat any food. That is called your fasting level. If it is very high then you are probably Type 1. If you are Type 1 then you need insulin to live. It is still possible you are Type 2 and pills can help you control your blood sugar. For the time being, let's see what that fasting number is, then we will proceed at that point.

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LOL I love people with charictor as you are a soul with good attitude and Patience. Now that you are armed with the drug that will make insulin work for you, Can you exercise with more energy?? anyway we look at carbohydrates as that we look at to control our disease.
The African sun I cannot help you with but I can do with some here, It's too cold. :confused:
 

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LOL I love people with charictor as you are a soul with good attitude and Patience. Now that you are armed with the drug that will make insulin work for you, Can you exercise with more energy?? anyway we look at carbohydrates as that we look at to control our disease.
The African sun I cannot help you with but I can do with some here, It's too cold. :confused:
Hi Anthill, Thanks for the welcome.
I think I'm starting to get a handle on this thing. Could turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to me!:wink:
 

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Hello Noodle, that is the longest introduction I have ever read, but I enjoyed reading it. You have a wonderful sense of humor and you are very articulate. (Did I spell that correctly???) After all that you have been through I think you should be called Superman. I have lived with diabetes for 63 years and I am very healthy. Maybe we are both supermen. Changing the way you live can enable you to live a long and healthy life, provided all those other other African maladies don't take over in the meantime. Do you know which kind of diabetes you have? Is it Type 1, or Type 2? Are you using insulin, or taking pills to control your blood sugar?

Since you have a glucometer , meter for short, to measure your blood sugar level I want you to do the following. Test your blood tomorrow morning when you wake up and before you eat any food. That is called your fasting level. If it is very high then you are probably Type 1. If you are Type 1 then you need insulin to live. It is still possible you are Type 2 and pills can help you control your blood sugar. For the time being, let's see what that fasting number is, then we will proceed at that point.

Richard

Hi Richard, Thanks for the welcome.

Sorry I took so long to get back to everyone, but my 'puter crashed - like MAJOR - and I've just got it up and running again.

Sorry, also for being so verbose, I tend to get carried away sometimes!

So far, I'm on pills. The Doc. is still messing with the dosage, but seems to be getting there. He has , however, not ruled out the possibility of having to resort to a needle, but I hope it wont go so far. :eek:

My fasting number seems to spike at around 18, but later in the day it goes down to about 7. Doc is trying to stop the spike, and he wants to bring all the numbers down below 6. He's just boosted my meds, and we'll see in a couple of weeks if it helps.

Noodle
 
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