valentines day sucks

So I've hit a bad point. Last Wednesday I woke up with bad tummy pain. It felt like a bladder infectionwithout any normal symptoms. I tried to roll over and get more sleep. At 8 I tried to take a bath to relieve the pain but nothing helped. So my boyfriend and I went to the hospital. At first they tested for a bladder infection and with no surprise it was negative. Also, woo, not pregnant. So the doctor tells me I need to go next door to the actual hospital for the two different types of ultrasounds. Joy.

We get to the hospital, have to register and get an armband. Takes 45 minutes to get through. I'm in pain the whole time. I get the ultrasounds which are painful since the nurse is pressing all over where it hurts. We go to wait for the nurse to wheel us back to the other building. The nurse walks by about 4 times, telling us each time she'd be back for us. After about half an hour we just walked back over. Another hour goes by and we find out that its not an ovarian cyst and that I need a ct scan.

They give me an iv (I cry because this more than likely means appendicitis and surgery) and have to drink this awful dye. We have to wait another hour for the dye to work its way around. They wheel us back to the hospital to register AGAIN (just ugh). Get the ct scan and wait. And wait. Oh and wait some more. Only to find out its appendicitis. So we waited all day, got to the dr at 930 its now 430 and the procedures took an hour together tops.

By 630 I was in surgery and by 730 I was done. It happened so fast. I now can barely walk, I'm not allowed to drive and have to set up skype sessions to attend class. Its crazy and unexpected that all this goes down this way. So now I'm stuck just hoping I have enough strength to walk to the kitchen. How do I lose weight now?

Valentines day for me has never been good. On the 15th it was 14 years since I had been admitted to the hospital and diagnosed with diabetes. Now, my streak was broken. 14 years and screwed back into the hospital damn near at the same time. Valentines Day is a curse.

On a brighter note, my hemoglobin a1c test was at 7.5 or 169 average blood sugar. Before I started metformin in the beginning of December it was running at 10.3 or 289 as an average. It has never been under control like this. Its so exciting! What an accomplishment!