|This is by far my favorite graph from the software. It shows the average (among other things) blood glucose levels for each hour of the day. A God-send for adjusting basal rates.|
|This histogram plot shows where I spend most of my time on the blood glucose scale. Most of the time I'm in the 101-160 mg/dL range.|
I make my way into the hallway and the nurse motioned me to step on the scale. I always giggle when I get weighed there because there's a little comic strip above the scale that says, "Don't step on it. It will make you cry!" So true, so true. Then I take a seat in my room while my nurse takes my blood sugar, A1c, blood pressure, and pump readings. We chatted a little while waiting on my A1c (it takes 10 minutes to do its thing). I heard the machine stop, but I was at a weird angle to see it. And I didn't want to be all "What is it?! What is it?!", so I waited for the nurse to tell me. She looks back at the machine, "6.3, good job." "Thanks," I said while doing a congratulatory dance in my head. She left and told me that the doctor would be in shortly.
Enough time passed for me to snap a pic of the little room where I got my A1c:
|Note the 3D model of a thyroid at 10 o'clock.|
"You're trying to get pregnant, right?"
I'm not sure if my eyes got as big as I felt they did, but I was able to rebut that statement pretty quickly, "Now right now. We're just in the planning stages." You see, in the process of trying to get insurance coverage for my CGM, I kind of had to play the "I wanna have kids someday" card. And nothing screams "INSURANCE APPROVED" more than a procreating type 1 diabetic woman, right?
It's true that Trey and I do want to have kids some day, and a house full of them. But the time is not quite right for us . . . yet. And I don't say that like we don't have a plan and I'm waving my hand, "Oh, someday." No, we have a PLAN, but it's just not right now. And I'm not at a comfortable enough disclosure level with you guys to let those plans be known. (But I still love ya!) Then my endo turned to me and said, "Well, you have good control now that you'd be OK." I'm glad that diabetes won't be something we have to wait on. /end awkward moment
He filled my prescription for my Novolog, and I went on my merry way. But something that I did notice was that my endo was sort of shuffling me out of his office. He seemed happy with my A1c, but it was almost as if the good A1c didn't merit any questions from me. Not like when I came to his office crying last February where he let me ask "Am I going to die?" over and over. It's slightly less dramatic than that, but I did wonder about my blood results, and my thyroid,and my finger stick test, and my blood pressure. It seems that there's only discussion if your results are a little abnormal, otherwise, no news is good news.
There is something a little unsettling about that. For example, I didn't even know what "good" blood pressure was until I had a bad one after a stressful day. And I didn't know what a "good" cholesterol level was until it was pointed out that mine was a little elevated. Just because I seem to be on the right track doesn't mean I don't want to know where the wrong track is. I suppose that's part of being an involved patient, I want to know all the gory details of my body, even the good stuff.
So, to end this post (can you tell I'm trying to draw a conclusion?), A1c is good and lower than my 6.5 last time. I've once again realized that my endo is a very small part of my diabetes management, and that most of the responsibility (and victory) goes to me. I should go buy myself a trophy, or at least a diet soda . . .