So, the big day is over (and so quickly, I hardly had time to breathe). It’s funny how we make such a big deal about one main day, plus a few other pieces of says here and there. I saw my two best friends on Christmas Eve. We had a wonderful night. I laughed like I haven’t laughed in a couple of years or more. And that happened without drinking more than one alco-pop!
Christmas Day was nice. I got my wireless headphones, which I’ve wanted for a long time. My husband cooked a delicious meal, but I over-indulged. Not as much as I normally do, but I ate too much for my current circumstances.
You see, three weeks before Christmas, I began taking a new drug for my diabetes. It’s a once-a-week injection called Bydureon. It’s not insulin. I’m not entirely sure what it is, if I’m honest. When I started two take it, my doctor told me the most common side effects—that most people get—are nausea and vomiting, along with a generally painful tummy.
So, I was apprehensive to take it, but I need to get my diabetes under control, so I thought, why not? It’s supposed to work really well. And, guess what? I had no side effects at all the first week. The second, I felt a little uncomfortable a couple of times, but it could have been my IBS and not the injection. I also had a headache for most of this week. The third week, I had a general feeling of nausea, but it was still not too bad. The worst thing that happened this week was the start of the itching. Around the old injection sites. So, so itchy. That hasn’t gone away yet.
One of the things my doctor said to me was that I should make sure I listen to my body and never overeat. That was key in controlling the side effects. And I did really well. Until Christmas Day which—let’s be honest—is made for excess. The result of my indulgences (which, I cannot state strongly enough, were nothing like my indulgences of yore!) was a night spent throwing up and feeling really ill. Yesterday, my stomach was still unhappy, and today it’s not right.
The moral of my story . . . listen to medical professionals. It just so happens they may know what they’re talking about. The sub-moral of my story . . . listen to your body, and don’t continue eating once you are full. Whether you have diabetes or not, take care what you eat. It’s everything when it comes to taking control of your own health. Treat your body kindly. You deserve it. For both physical and mental health. That’s what I plan to do in 2018.