Next came Jessica and Oliver – Jessica missed school a couple days this week, the husband ended up losing his voice and I got run over by a truck and had gravel shoved down my throat.

Oh it was fun. Like buckets of acid being thrown on your face fun!

Thankfully the husband could rework some of his schedule to be home with the kids while I was more worthless than your average box of cereal. Ah snap! WORTHLESS I TELL YOU.

I spent the nights tossing and turning and wishing there was a magical fairy who was coming to take all the pain away so I could just sleep, for 15 minutes, for 5 minutes. Anything would have been nice. Instead I woke up morning after morning worse than the night before.

Whu whu whu.

So this morning I called to get an emergency appointment with the chiropractor so he could break my bones into working again and stop all the madness going on in my head. The Chiropractor we see regularly didn’t have an opening so I made an appointment with another guy in the office.

Now. I’ve written before about how going to the Chiropractor is kinda like being in a really bad porn video. The places they have to touch to test a muscle are not very modest, ok. Since we’ve been going to this particular office I’ve grown in my comfort in addressing this issue with the Chiropractors, it’s all part of the medicine and I’m assured that it’s not just me … it’s other patients too.

So. This new guy today, he had to go there. He had to test some muscles that were not very modest and I’m laying there on the chair thinking about how bad this must look from the outside in.

I’m sweating by this point … through my jeans I’m sweating. On my legs, my back, my armpits. A couple of the fixes he had to perform included my jaw, which meant he had to be leaning over me while I breathed in and out with awful, germish breath and I want to die, ok. I just want to die.

One. You are not the doctor I usually see, so this is just awkward.

Two. THIS IS SO UNCOMFORTABLE. But it works.

Three. Contrary to popular belief; I am modest.

We adjusted the supplements I’ve been taking for the blood sugar marathon and I got some tips as to how to avoid throwing my body into this revolt again so I feel like we’re on the upswing. We better be, at least. I’ve got a busy week ahead of me and there is not room for gravel or truck accidents on my limbs.

Ok then.

The blood sugar woes are going well. I am able to manage my levels with diet and exercise which is ideal. That diet still happens to be the freaked out life of vegetables and protein, but maybe some day I’ll enjoy a starch or carb like the rest of the world.

Funny thing is now when I see commercials or people eating in restaurants and they’re eating rolls and hamburgers I just think to myself “How in the world is their body regulating all of that” because my body would be breaking, although functional in the sense that I somehow don’t drop over dead, it just boggles me.

My pancreas can’t even handle a bite of a sandwich, A BITE, and here people are eating spaghetti with garlic bread and a beer. OH MY GOSH, my BP rises thinking about it. So it’s best not to.

My body can handle caffeine though, and even the occasional Vanilla Latte. Which surprises me to no end – but I think the speed of the caffeine somehow helps the digestion of the flavoring.

Either way, I’ll take it.

I haven’t had a lick of fruit since this whole thing began and the other day I was cutting an apple for Oliver and thought to myself, I wonder … ???

Yep, wondered wrong. Can’t handle the fruit yet. So, me and carrots, we get along.

I’m still poking my finger 4 times a day which has Jessica worried four times a day, but she’s getting used to it. When I was pregnant with Oliver I had to give myself insulin injections twice a day and was really worried about having Jessica see me do this. It just doesn’t seem right to watch a pregnant woman give herself a shot IN THE BELLY when they’re 9 months pregnant. I didn’t want her to think the baby was sick or that I was in danger.

But she didn’t care at all. Seeing me inject insulin was no big deal to her, but seeing me check my blood sugar almost always requires lots of explaining before and after to keep her calm.

So I’ve had some ups and downs, some really tough weeks where all I want to do is rip open a bag of oreo’s and forget I had anything wrong with me at all … and there are really easy weeks where I can eat Salad for every meal and be full.

I think the trick is having people on my side, my family supports what I’m doing and is always asking how things are going, which keeps me accountable but also gives me an outlet to say how frustrating this is.

Part of me thinks that when the time frame is done for this trial period (which is working) I won’t be able to reintroduce sugar back into my diet. Possibly not for a year, or even 10. I told Aaron how much this scares me and how frustrated it is to be social living like this. Going out to dinner or to Christmas Parties is like punishment for me right now, so how can I be expected to live like this for years on end?

Aaron was understanding but firm in his support for my health and just gave me something to think about. How lucky I am to be healthy as long as I’m eating right and doing what I know works. Even if it is 10 years from now, I’ll be 10 steps ahead of every one else for figuring this out so early.

So. Yes. Here we are. Still, we’re still here. And it’s still working.

I’ve gotten questions as to what I’m taking (if anything) to help. And I am taking a couple things … Lots and lots of B vitamins, Glucomannan, CoQ10 and an anti-viral for my pancreas as well as a pancreatic supporter (vitamin) from my Chiropractor. Honestly, I can’t tell a huge difference about anything from these vitamins, but my Chiropractor can, as well as my Acupuncturist. So, for the next couple of months, I’ll keep swallowing capsules. The future hope is that I can do what I’m doing without so many vitamins, and I’ll probably be off the viral and pancreatic ones sooner than later.

Who knew that getting my blood sugar issues under control would be such a process? Not me. For sure not me. But I’m glad I’m on this journey if for nothing else than to learn more about my body and to be aware of what I’m putting in my mouth and how much it truly affects me.

What about you guys? Have you taken any health-fulfilling journey’s this past year? What are you learning about and how has it affected your dinner table, or your attitude? Maybe your outlook or opinion on medicine? Do tell! This is something I’m really passionate about learning, and I’d love to hear what keeps you guys interested in your health!

This past week I had an appointment with my OBGYN for my netherlands and a follow up on the whole pancreas on strike issue. Part of their new system (when will this “new system” cycle stop already?) is to REask you all the questions you once answered when you were visiting their office for the very first time. I was all of 14 or something ridiculous. It’s been a while since I’ve been seeing this guy so the questions seemed silly to me. Especially the one about if I’m sexually active.

For the first time ever I answered that question without blushing because I wanted to scream something like YOU ARE GOING TO BE LOOKING AT MY HOOTER, PEOPLE. I HAVE GIVEN BIRTH TO TWO HUMAN BEINGS. YES!!! YES!!!! YES!!!!!! I AM HAVING SEX. LOTS OF IT.

I’m pretty sure the poor nurse who was asking me all these questions didn’t know what to do with herself when I answered. I didn’t yell at her as the above would leave you to believe. I was very quiet about it, but I was also very excited about answering that question. A little giddy to be all, YOU BET I AM!

Which has absolutely nothing to do with blood sugar, but my non-witch doctor was just as concerned about the goings-on of all this 19 months after the fact of finding it in the first place. So blood tests and screenings and back to charting my blood sugar it is for me, for a time.

The new medical professional I’m seeing on a weekly basis is not an MD but so far she’s the only one who’s led me to believe that something really isn’t working right, it’s not just my lot in life to deal with this. She heard me when I said I know my body and somethings not right. Something has not been right for a long time and no one else will help me recognize this.

She is. And we are. And so far, so good.