Posted on March 28, 2005 in Body Language Medications
Tomorrow, I have an appointment with the electromagnetic donut. I arrive for the CT scan that will map the shape of the parotid mass at the crook of my jaw at 3:30 in the afternoon. After whatever stripping, redressing, prodding, probing and positioning must be done, I will lay myself down on the steel table and undergo what I suspect will be a boring procedure much like what I had done a year and two months ago.
This time, however, they will inject me so that the bloated part can be seen better. And for this reason, I must skip taking my glucophage and do my best to be a diabetic who does not eat cereals or fruits for the next three days. Beginning tomorrow morning when I rise.
There are other things that I can do to keep my blood sugars down while my kidneys flush the chemicals from my system. I can walk, I can drink water. Most of all, however, my diet shall consist of meat and milk products. Keeping my blood sugars high enough shall be more of a worry than seeing them dry out my mouth and make me too exciteable. I fear the shakes of hypoglycemia more than the excesses of hyperglycemia.
I shall strive, through all of this, to be well.