A Nightmare of Epic Proportions

Last year one of my students gave me Mononucleosis. He had permission to grade papers, not drink my ice tea when I wasn't looking. One day I was exhausted, had a bad rash all over my face, a bonfire of a fever, a sore throat and swollen glands.  The doctor who I still contend is the king of the king of the king of all dipshits gave me Prednisone for my face. I am 5'4 and weighed a hundred and five pounds. Before I knew it I weighed an extra eighty pounds (I've lost thirty) and I didn't even eat! Had I known I'd gain all that weight I would've eaten EVERYTHING- twice. But I was too sick to eat.  After I was still sick as a dog but with different symptoms. I was off of work a total of 86 days. And even with sterling reviews, tenure and the backing of my principal, the jerk in personnel fired me.  How demoralising is that?  Then someone thought to check my blood sugar which was at seven hundred. So I'm a Type Two Diabetic. The doctor told me that maybe and it's a big maybe if I get down to my normal weight I will no longer be a diabetic.  This is the worst thing to happen to me since I was sent for a year of torture at a convent in Puerto Rico for eighth grade because I was on a rampage in seventh grade. Confession EVERY Saturday and the priest would always say "Hello Blythe" when I got in the confessional. Talk about inhibiting. The only guys I ever saw for a year were priests. If you said "Boo" in class the nuns were on you like a duck on a june bug. They were allowed to smack us around AND make us scrub floors, clean bathrooms etc.. for punishments. All I did for a year was clean. Then Mass every day at sun up (the middle of the night) then bed time at sundown. No TV, no radio, and we dressed like postulates except for a school crest sewed n to the left side. Talk about a buzzkill.  That place just sucked. However I came back a model student. I can't be a model Diabetic though. My sugar's won't stay down no matter how hard I try. I don't think my Oral Hypoglycemic Agents are working.  Byeta is my last chance.  Someone please tell me this stuff works. I need some hope at this point. Between this and getting a teaching job for the fall I am so stressed; I'm wired to detonate.  It's so bad they gave me chill pills.  Help please give me hope before I feel like a complete and utter loser.