Wake-up calls are nice. Sometimes you start to prepare a little bit, harden your head. But nothing’s like finding out you were right. Tripling, quadrupling or hell, octupling down, if that’s a word.
A diabetes type 2 diagnosis has made infinite sense to me because I’ve been experiencing the hallmarks of hyperglycemia on and off for years now. When I presented to a physician with a lab after like 5 years my A1c was 12.2. I’ve already gotten it down to 6.1 in 84 days with diet, exercise, activity and medicine. I was given a very high dose of insulin very early, which helped. It’s a very scary thing to suddenly have to inject yourself with a large amount of something you know little about.
I saved the google search for how we make modern insulin for when I could finally stop taking the drug. I won’t spoil that for you.
I was only able to stop so fast, after 80 days, because I was placed on the least rough GLP-1, now GIP dual agonist drug, tirzepatide. It’s still been really rough on the RCT ramp (4 doses at 2.5, 5.0 mg, I’m still at 7.5 now) and I think very highly of anyone who can keep adherence with any of the drugs because my needle phobia does seem to respond but very marginally to the constant exposure therapy.
I say I started preparing because we had already started moving to a majority “diet” or artificially sweetened drinks at home, but not too much else. I was slowly taking health more seriously
A RIF at work is the other. We’ve been trying to leave a debt position and re-acquire a second income and car after a serious of hardships in life, my fiance and I. But having a bunch of coworkers just disappear and wishing that I had been let go instead is a great way to incentivize saving.
We’re saving like never before, I think we can even keep doing better.
Anyway, it’s not easy to change things. A big flashing sign saying change things is nice.
Knocking up is what the British still call being woken up at a hotel, I think. Or it was in recent history? Anyway, my real favorite anecdote is the ladies that used to shoot peas at your window to wake you up. That’s fun.