It’s been ages since I’ve written here, but I have decided that I need this blog.
Today I ventured to the doctor again. I say ventured because that’s what it feels like – tentatively creeping over to the doctor who wants to go over my bloodwork. Since I’ve never had a doctor call me in for good news, I wasn’t looking forward to the appointment.
The conclusion? Congratulations. At age 33, I have now achieved all three of my family’s cluster of disorders: high cholesterol, hypothyroid, and diabetes. Woo hoo for me.
For the first two years of my daughter’s life, my cholesterol rocked. That kid sucked any and all cholesterol out of my system. However, as she reduced her nursing my cholesterol went up. At the moment my cholesterol would be great if I were a normal person. Just fab. However, my doctor also checked another protein for heart disease risk, and guess what? I win the lottery there too. Thanks, genes. So with diabetes and a strong genetic tendency towards heart disease, I get to try and knock my cholesterol to the basement.
I’m going to try to do this without statins at first. Flusing niacin, here I come. Yay for turning beet red for an hour every night. Flaxseed oil and magnesium are on the plate too. My goal for the next three months: kick the cholesterol into the basement, start running again, and get the A1C to 6 or below once more. It’s around 6.3 at the moment.
Pooh. I want a gene tune up. Scratch that. I want a gene replacement. Mine have holes in them.