And in the continuing saga of why I hate going to the doctor, we have today's installment.So, had the annual physical a week or so ago, was sent for the usual blood panel. Got the results today, which came with a diagnosis I have been expecting to hear for 9 years. I'm officially diabetic. I have 4 generations of women who I am directly descended from who all had it as well, and it's been getting yonger by about a decade with each generation. As the normally cool headed and responsible one when bad shit happens or shit hits the fan, I am responding to this by getting as drunk as possible.
Fuck.
So, my back, neck, right sholder and right arm have been bugging me since early July. I finally had a CT at the beginning of December and the results are back. Good news? No new drugs (yay), and no surgery needed (yet...). The bad news: I have osteoarthritis, bone spurs, and a bulging disk. In my neck. And there's basically no treatment, just trying to slow down the progression. Ug. Apparently it's likely genetic, given my not-so-advanced age; but no one on my maternal side has this anywhere but weight-bearing joints, and it never developed until they were at least in their 50s.
FFS.