Tales of my intolerance
For those of you keeping track, I just got the results of my 3 hour glucose test. Not quite jackpot, regardless of how you’re defining jackpot. I have glucose intolerance, which means I need to be a nicer person and not discriminate against the poor glucose.
No, apparently, (I just learned this today), there’s normal, then glucose intolerance, then gestational diabetes. So my body is somewhat not handling glucose correctly by overcompensating with insulin, which is bad, but not to a degree that it would be considered diabetes, which is good. My insulin level went up when it was supposed to during the test, then continued to go up when it should have gone down, but by the end was down to where it needed to be. So something with the process that’s supposed to shut off the insulin isn’t doing what it’s supposed to. Or something.
Other than that, I have no idea what it means. I’m going to a dietician in about a week, and should know more then. I’m assuming that they’ll just tell me to be careful what I’m eating, but I won’t have to give myself shots or anything. It could be so much worse, and I’m grateful that it’s not. And it will most likely go away once the baby is born, since it didn’t show up when I took the test months ago.
In the meantime, I resolve not to be intolerant of glucose any more.
Down with glucose intolerance! The problem with this world is this darn glucose intolerance, if only everyone would be more accepting of glucose. Personally, I accept glucose in most forms regularly. I hope I never become so insensitive as to support glucose intolerance in the future.
I’m glad for you that you don’t have to shoot up with anything, and hope that your nutritionist OK’s Honey Nut Cheerios, because those are better than Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Hey, I have already kept track of this glucose test. I am ready for something new. Like a detailed account of the food you are eating. I hope your little chitlin is doing well and so are you.