I called the doctor’s office to get the results of my bloodwork. I’d had a physical done before my insurance ran out, just because I could. “Everything is fine,” the nurse says. “Except one thing. Does diabetes run in your family?”
I stopped cold.
“Your sugar level is extremely high,” she says. “And, well, you know what that means. I could tell you about the diet…”
My hands started shaking. I’d already been on a sugar free diet for three weeks by the time I took that test, so my blood sugar was still high despite all my efforts at just trying to be healthy. I don’t really have anything to say about that right now. That’s just how it is, I guess. Life gives you all sorts of things to overcome and this is just one of them. I will say this: what irony, huh? Seven years of wanting to be a pastry chef, a lifetime of living in a sugar bubble. It just burst.
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