I think (or, I hope) I speak for most people when I say that routine check-ups at the doctor’s are rarely pleasant and often nerve-wracking. Am I secretly dying? Do I have a late stage of some unknown and/or untreatable disease? Such is the culture of WebMD, where a muscle twinge could be a sign of cancer. Or maybe I’m just paranoid. Continue reading “3 things i learned when i was diagnosed with prediabetes”