I went to the clinic today for a yeast infection. The physician's assistant said my blood pressure was through the roof and there was sugar in my urine. She wants a full lab panel done. She's sure I'm diabetic and says I'm a ticking time bomb.
About me: 473lbs, 5'7". Dinner last night was cake and pizza and soda.
I've known for a long time that I'm killing myself, but could never find the will to stop. But I think this is it. I've never been so scared before after a doctor's appointment. Usually they tell me the only thing wrong with me is my weight; perfect health otherwise.
But not anymore. I'm officially in dangerous territory. So now I have to decide if I want to keep with my passive suicide plan, or do I fight for a life I don't feel worthy of?
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