I am still at the doctor's office. I just drank a lovely concoction of orange soda. (If you know me, you know I HATE orange flavor. It all goes back to my childhood and orange flouride.)
My fasting sugar wasn't as bad today: 108. It is still in the watch range but not the confirmed range. Dr. P said my meter could have been reading wrong. But we are proceeding to confirm or clear whether I have diabetes.
Then came the swift kick. I have seen Dr. P since we came to town more than 5 years ago. Our kids have done karate and summer day camps together. I know his wife on a first name basis (although I just can't call him Rick.)
I have talked to Dr. P about my struggles with weight. He has (at various times) sent me to a dietician; prescribed diet pills; and offered encouragement. Today he promised to be the bad guy if I need it.
Knowing that we have a common faith, he encouraged me to make the changed I need to. Whether or not I have diabetes, God has given me an opportunity--and the tools I need--to make the changes. It is not just my life. If something that I could prevent kills me-what about my kids? My family? My friends? Am I squandering the gifts and resources God has given me.
But then he also reminded me that I am worth it. God has placed me her for a purpose and has given me things to do.
One thing I love/hate about Dr. P is that when you are in the room with him, nothing else matters. There are no other patients waiting to be seen. No long lines. When I am in the waiting rom, I hate how long it takes to be seen. But when I am in the room, it is great. He takes the time to give me pep talk or a swift kick if I need it.
I am worth it.