Category: Symlin

Tidbits

By shannon, March 9, 2010 10:28 am

There are a few things I want to write about today, but they’re not really interconnected.  So, I’m going to just jump from topic to topic.  Try to keep up ;-)

Today, I see Dr. S.  I’m not looking forward to getting my A1c because I know it’s going to be higher than last time.  I just hope it’s under 7% so that the baby progress can continue.  I’m strongly considering going back on Symlin.  I took it once before and had awful nausea, but I didn’t really give it a chance.  I stopped after a few days – mostly because we decided to start “actively trying to conceive,” which meant no Symlin.  Frankly, I wasn’t sorry to see it go. 

But now, I’m really trying to lose weight.  It’s my primary goal and I feel like I’m fighting a losing battle.  I’ve got HUGE genetic factors working against me.  On my father’s side, which is the side I take after, there is not a single person under 200lbs.  I’ve always had to fight my body’s natural inclination to be heavy, but now I need a little extra help. 

The other benefit of Symlin is that it will help to reduce those spikes I get after meals AND reduce my TDD.  So, if I can handle a couple of weeks of nausea, I think it would probably help me.  I’m not looking forward to a form of MDI again, but I’ll deal.

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Next, I want to talk about Roddy Pippin.  We had some good news in our fight last week.  The Warden of the Jester III prison granted Roddy a few considerations:

  1. He would be allowed to attend Sunday worship services – something he’s been denied since December.
  2. He would have access to a telephone.
  3. He would be allowed to change channels on the television in the infirmary (this one isn’t all that big of a deal since Roddy isn’t a TV watcher).

Unfortunately, these considerations were short-lived.  The prison P.A. said No more – “No more worship service for Pippin!  And no recreation, no law library, etc.”  The P.A. also said “Pippin is NOT allowed to leave the prison solitary confinement for the next 3 years and 8 months!”  This is not a disciplinary case issue.  So, we know that the prison P.A. is in cahoots with the D.A., but the question I have is this:  Does the P.A. have more power than the Warden?  Evidently, she does. 

There was a recent AP article done on Roddy.  While I initially liked the tone of the article, I don’t like what various publications did with it.  One, in particular, was the Dallas Morning News.  They created a headline that was not at all relevant to the article.  They did this to incite anger in their readers, and they succeeded.  I spent some time trying to respond to the nasty comments that followed the article, but most people were content believing a bunch of lies and exaggerations.  I’ve learned that it’s a losing battle with the press.  Unless/until the story breaks out of Texas journalism, it will never be told truthfully.

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Last, I want to talk about the unbelievable liar my body is making me out to be.  I sat in Dr. T.’s office last week (ironically the day my period was due) and told her how “regular” I am.  Hell, I am more reliable than a calendar.  Until this month.  I am now officially one week late.  I’m not-so-patiently waiting to have all of these tests done, which are dependent on my period.  But my period is MIA.  It’s so frustrating.

Why?

By shannon, April 24, 2009 7:41 am

*Originally posted on 6/25/08*


After yesterday’s appointment with my Endo, I saw my cautious optimism become a distant memory. Despite what my meter and sensor data suggest, my A1c was a still-too-high 7.0. Not only that, I’ve gained almost 10 pounds in three months. Needless to say, I spent the first half of the appointment in tears. Why, after everything I’ve done, is my A1c still high? Why does my meter and sensor data suggest that I’m hovering right around 6? Why can’t I rely on one versus the other? And why the hell am I packing on the pounds?

Once I finally calmed down enough to actually listen to my doctor (I wasn’t in hysterics or anything, just upset), we talked about Symlin. A big part of my problem with blood sugar is that I’m a yo-yo. I’ll eat a meal, bolus accordingly, and still spike to over 300. Naturally, I correct, but then I’ll drop like a stone a few hours later. He said that Symlin should help even me out and reduce the need for correction doses hours later. Since an added bonus to Symlin is decreased appetite and weight loss, he thought I should give it a try.

As I’ve written before, I struggle with diabulimia. After I left my doctor’s office, there was a big (very big) voice inside my head that screamed “just take the stupid pump off. It’s not working anyway. Besides, you’re never going to be able to have kids, so at least you could be thin.” Why do I do this to myself? Why are we so obsessed with weight that I feel enormous pressure to lose what I’ve gained? Why does my mother think that being thin is more important than being healthy? Why, despite what my doctor has repeatedly said, does my people think that I’m diabetic because of my weight, and that it will simply go away if I’m a size 2? And, why do I care so much what my other people think?

After telling this voice to shut up, I filled the Symlin script and went home. I didn’t use it last night or this morning just in case I had nausea. I’m going to start it with dinner tonight and see how it goes. Wish me luck.

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