Okay, first I am a she, not a he. I will keep this as brief as I can.
When I was still living in Alaska, married to a commercial fisherman, I had no trouble with getting seen by my GP, and it was he who dx’d my many health issues, and getting the medication I needed. I went from very healthy, active Alaskan woman living in the Bush, to moving into town (Kodiak) from the village (Larsen Bay). After living in town for four years I became increasingly ill. Yes, I did gain weight in part because of my decreased activity (stay at home mom, no longer having to get firewood, butcher meat, and the rest of the very active lifestyle I was used to) and in part because my husband felt that if I was fat then he wouldn’t have to worry about me cheating on him while he was out fishing. That was his guilty conscience nagging at him, but still, I did put on weight and that is ultimately my fault.
I became disabled while married, and there is a laundry list of issues with my health, severe arthritis, spinal stenosis, degenerative disk disease, sle/undifferentiated autoimmune disorder/fibromyalgia, hypertension and Type II diabetes, etc. I am dependent on a walker or a wheelchair, and during my last trip to the physical therapist she told me that I am no longer safe walking with just a cane in the house. I did the pain pill thing for six years, which nearly killed me. I quit morphine cold when my GP told me that the pills were going to kill me. It was hell, and I now take meloxicam once a day for pain and inflammation, and flexeril for the muscle spasms.
I divorced my husband in 2010 and moved back home as my mother was in terminal liver failure, in fact she died a year ago today. As a result of some really bad circumstances I found myself having to fight for disability here in Washington. It took just under a year to be granted disability, during that time I had no access to medication. My blood glucose was 480 and higher. For almost a year.
I had been taking metformin and glipizide, and with diet and water aerobics three times a week I was doing quite well while still in Kodiak. Once I received my medical I refilled my prescriptions, and within a month my bg was in the low 200’s. I found an internist who added the Lantus, and I was getting pretty good levels, 120 to 150. It was not a good fit with that doctor, travel being part of the problem, so I found another internist closer to home. My A1C when I began seeing the new doc and taking my meds regularly was 14. After I began seeing my new doc he added actos to the metformin and glipizide and my A1C dropped rapidly to, at last check, 7.2. He then removed the glipizide, saying it would help me to lose weight, and that once my A1C is in the 6’s he will begin weaning me off the lantus.
I had lost a super significant amount of weight eating a modified Adkins diet, meaning that certain vegetables and fruits were encouraged in addition to protein. As I alluded to, my income has been drastically reduced, which means that meats, fish and fresh produce are not in the budget. I try to focus on protein and avoid carbs, but the fact is, after I pay the regular bills (electricity, water/sewer/garbage and a very basic cable/telephone/internet package) I do not have the money to eat three meals a day, even going to the food bank twice a week. In fact, there are more days when I do not eat than there are that I do. Hence my original question.
I took my nighttime meds at 6:00 and have injected the insulin. I just took my bg and it’s at 188. I have had no food, and only water and unsweetened iced tea. It’s weird how when I do not eat my readings are higher that when I do eat.
I feel I need to add that while yes, I use flour and pan drippings with a bit of milk or water to make gravy, I have never added any sweetener. It sounds gross. Also, I have broken a personal rule to not disclose my financial situation. It’s embarrassing and sounds, to me at least, like I am looking for a handout. I do not have a rabbit, and even if I did I don’t need the SDMB to pay for it’s air conditioning. If you read this far, thank you.