The Other Me
An ongoing serial about neurosis, beginning with anxiety that burgeoned through my teenage years, and grew into issues also with depression and OCD, amongst other things.
The Other Me
‘Looking For Answers’ v. I had another test to check on whether I had a tumour, which might be producing too much insulin in my body. Part of me hoped the test would come up positive – they could operate, cut it out, and everything would be okay. Simple enough, surgery aside. But the tests came back clear. Endocrinology then booked me in for a glucose test the following week, like they give to pregnant woman to check if pregnancy has caused gestational diabetes. I fasted from midnight, got to the hospital in the morning, and had my blood taken. This would give them a baseline reading of my blood…
The Other Me
‘Looking For Answers’ iv. 1.6? 1.6? Panic exploded in my head. I grabbed dinner, reheated it, and wolfed it down. After I was done, I tested again, holding my breath as the little machine calculated. 4.2. Back to normal, although a low normal. Still, it was normal. So that was something. The next day, Friday, I made sure I ate, and tested obsessively, but figures remained okay. I wanted to talk to Dr Warren about it, but he didn’t work Fridays. I did call Saturday morning, and informed the receptionist I’d gotten a low reading. She asked how low, and when I told her, she gasped, which was no assurance…