It was basically inevitable, after all the medications I\’ve been on that fuck with the CNS, the immune system, the glands, and everything else. I\’ve been on meds that cause blood clots, diabetes, glaucoma, stroke, um… basically all the bad things, and all the weird things, too, like sudden, non-temporary blindness (the seizure medication carries that risk).
For the past month, my body has been at war with me. It started before I went in for the radiological tests, but it really went berserk after those. January 2nd I weighed under 150 pounds. February 1st I weigh 162. I\’m cold all the time, thirsty all the time, keep getting the shakes. (Oh, and I did start taking my meds again — a week ago, but my meds actually cause a little weight gain, so I should have lost weight being off them for two weeks. But nope.)
My weight gain is disproportionate, too. While some of it has been all over, most of it has been in my gut. I\’ve been managing to uncomfortably hide it, but the fact is that at the widest point, my waist is a whopping 38\” now. A month ago, I was comfortably wearing 34\” (waist) jeans! Now, I have to wiggle them down or unbutton them in order to sit comfortably; it\’s gross. What\’s worse is that my hips are 41\” and my tits are 40\”, so unless I manage to stand up perfectly straight, I look like a barrel. It actually hurts my broken ass bone to stand up straight, so I end up slouching, which sticks my gut out further than my tits and makes me look like… well, like it is, a huge gut. It feels weird, not mine. It doesn\’t fit in my clothes. I\’m loathe to go clothes shopping for clothes in this size because it seems like I just keep gaining weight and will just need bigger and bigger clothes… augh.
Anyway, I went in to see my doctor today. He ran some blood work and wrote me a prescription for Metformin. Diabetes medication. So I can now add diabetes to my list of fun things to cope with.
I feel like breaking a drug company.
