Insulin Resistance

Posted on September 17, 2007 in Psychotropics Sugar and Fat

Those of you who are diabetic know the drill: you select a finger for torture, then press a sterile lancet against it to make it bleed. Just the tiniest spot, a wound that will heal itself quickly. But you must not waste the crimson drop that wells up. No, you must carefully balance it so that it does not fall on the rug or the tabletop or the waiting tongue of your cat (lest it become anthropophagic). By inducing [[capillary action]], you suck this ruby into the miniscule slot of a strip that is part microchip and part cardboard tongue depressor and allow the electronic wonder that you have plugged it into to throw out a LED display of zeroes or bars until it arrives at the Number, your blood sugar.

For the past several weeks, yoked by my dependence on [[Risperdal]], I have struggled mightilly with the Number. Ideally it should be under 130 and no higher than 160. Since my adventure in the ER two weeks ago, I have argued it down first to 200, then 160. The other morning, I had it at 141. And just a few minutes ago, after downing many cups of water, it was 124.

To celebrate, I drank some more water and promised myself a big normal breakfast in the morning. For now, I have overcome my drug-induced [[insulin resistance]].