Yesterday she was diagnosed with Type II Diabetes. Yeah. She's 77 years old. Luckily her kidneys and liver are still ok. However, she now has to watch her diet and be on medication for the rest of her life.
This also means that I now have to go into the doctor and get blood work done. Up until now we've had no history of diabetes in our family. Now apparently I need to get myself checked out. Especially since I drink too much and pee too much all day. Since those are symptoms of diabetes I have to get myself looked at. Lovely.
Mom doesn't think this is a big deal, but I do. Her blood sugar was "only" 139, which given my history with my cat Clancy I know is not terrible. When Clancy was diagnosed he was over 500.
So this just sucks. I'm worried about her. I'm worried about me.
Happy 4th of July. Mine is shit.