Diabetes Type 2

Had diabetes 2 all my life. Way before a doctor noticed it. Years of mood swings and depression. Antidepressants to manage depression instead of just finding the root cause. Had low blood sugar the day my mom took me to basketball coaching. I didn't even want to touch the ball. Coach thought I was mentally challenged. Well I do have autism but that is beside the point.

Most of my anger episodes as a teenager can be connected to a sugar rush. People just thought I was an unruly kid. I was being fed baklava daily. No workouts. Most of it is my fault, but nobody noticed.

Had a pulmonary embolism. It got even worse because my blood sugar went above 400. Then a doctor thought "Oh you might have diabetes". They took me to intensive care, they took care of my embolism, then said "Nope, you do not have diabetes, false alarm".

Then I got married. Moved to a new country. Had tiredness episodes, anger attacks (Though way milder). I was too tired to function at times. The house doctor here noticed it but did not make much of it yet. Then one day, I went to that house doctor to get my blood checked for allergies. I had allergies to pollen, which I knew but now I had proof. Then she said on top of it:

You have diabetes.

Huh. I did not register it for a moment. She kept staring at me to gauge my reaction. I asked if she was 100% sure and she said yes, she checked my 5 week blood sugar levels, it is obvious. All I could say was "Huh, that sucks!". Type 2. Runs in the family too apparently. My father noticed his a little too late and almost lost his feet from it. Well, I almost did too, apparently.

Now I'm on lifelong meds. But I can walk, run, ride a bike, be normal. And all I could think is "What even happened to the attentive doctors in my country?".

I pondered about it for a moment, the answer was exactly what I myself did. They moved. Immigrated to other countries where they are appreciated more.

You see, Turkish people are notorious for violence on doctors. I have never heard about violence against people who heal you outside of my home country. I felt very embarrassed. It is one of the reasons why I could not live there anymore, yet alone plan raising a child. Anyone who starts their life in that country will start their life in hell difficulty. I wish that for no person.

It is a beautiful country with so much to explore, yet so few opportunities for people who live there to do so.

Now I'm in a 10x smaller country with 100x more life in it. I'm a happy man. I was at work a bit ago, with my lovely coworkers enjoying some ice cream, and I had to endure.

Man, screw diabetes. Waiting for my meds to run out for the doctor to give me the good news. Until then, and until my cheat day, no ice cream, no choco, no sweet treats.

Hang on, me.