Its been 15 days, they wish I’d stay another week. I have been sent home early but never faced this decision. I am leaving the hospital because they can’t do anything else for me. A month before I came in I had struggled with flu-like symptoms that same week-its gotten so I only want to go to the UAB if I’m well, heaven forbid I arrive sick without plans to be in the hospital immediately. Anyway I blew a FEV1 of 50 on my spirometry. That a 50% when I had been at 68 on my last visit 3 months ago. I didn’t freak out because I knew it was a rough week and I was still weak. They wanted to admit me but I said Id be back after Christmas and plan on first week of Jan. I rested up and was good to myself and came back a month later and admitted myself. Day 1 at UAB I blew 60%(Jan6). Sweet this is going to be an easy visit. I can gain 1 point per day minimum while getting my tune up each year. Last year I gained 25 points! Anyway, science is better, I am smarter here we go I should hit 75 right?
I make myself rest 3 days when I get here. Each day I stare in the corner at stretchy bands & a pull-up bar wanting to write on that yoga mat. But I wait. The 4th day Overdo it. I run stairs after a stretch and ran it in one go, my first time ever, all 10 flights at a run and crashed at the top:) The next try was less epic. Ah well on to the parking garage to row machine my way into a huffing pant while dreaming of other ways to use my limited toys I brought. I don’t care for the term “workout” but I test myself with 2 hours of rigor before crashing hard in my hospital bed. I don’t sleep well here but that takes getting used to. A few more days of this and on my second breating test I score a 61%(Jan12). I have been there a week and blew 1% more than when admitted. I question everything and everyone. Nobody is safe. Then while pulling my levels at night they see my blood sugar is as high as 280. Th next morning Diabetes talks commence again. Ive gotten better at handling the news over the years. Its like a fight I know I’ll loose according to them so Im prepared for it. I began talks with Jack Kruse about my strifes and after days of me stiff arming lung doctors and just when I’m about to let them try insulin on me. Jack gets me going on a research quest to outsmart the medical dogma surrounding Diabetes. If there is anything I hate its dogma be it spiritual or medical. So the game commences. My studies yielded great results. Letter to Jack:
“I just put 3 doctors on their heels:) I did a biohack accidentally. My diabetic ghost was due to a drug interaction. Corticosteroids like Advair that they put me on in here to try and slow down inflammation were spiking my blood sugars. I take it at night and in the morning, the metered inhaler had run out 3 days ago without me knowing. My sugars have been great the last 3 days ever since checking them through the day whereas the other diabetes conversations came form my sugar being up to 280 in the middle of the night. Right after Advair. They are not willing to give me a alpha sub unit test randomly, they say I need the fasting glucose test if any. Its pretty clear I’m making insulin:) 73-160 sugars are hard for them to argue with:)