Swab, poke. First one for the meter, second one for the DCA 2000 Analyzer sitting atop the counter.
"I am not 376, I just ate lunch and tested 15 min.ago(an hour post lunch) and I'm 250. That's why,I'm on a post meal high. Your machine is screwy."
"Well, ok. You can tell the doctor that."
Shuffle, shuffle through the venerable hallowed Joslin halls. So famous, so much history with that place. And today, it seems to be very empty, not many patients lurkin' round.
Endo comes in.
"We meet at last! it's been a long time since she(ex-endo) said you were coming."
"Yeah...part moving, part lazyness, part difficulty getting a slot on your calender."
Picks up phone. "Hello, I'd like X's a1c, please."
I start hyperventilating. This is not cool, being accosted by your a1c first thing, I've never had a finger stick a1c before. This is too sudden, this doesn't have that comfortable little 2 week "bump" while you wait for the mail. I'm not ready for this.
If its higher,I think I'm going to demand a venous draw.
Exhallllle. Well, its down.
"A slight improvement there, your last one was 8.7. But you know you can't get pregnant till your under 7."
No worries there, if I had an a1c of 7, such permission would not tempt me. I need at least 10 years to mentally prepare for the very concept of such a life altering event. Suffice to say, I think I will be hearing this till 2040 anyway.It's ok though, she's just doing her job.
We rehash my bgs..Joslin has some awesome logs. You can record everything there.
It just takes forever. I get the needed prescriptions at the end.
So small steps..and an a1c drop of 0.2 really feels like announcing that you've just lost 2 lbs(my husband stared at me blankly when I announced that, wasn't impressed) but it upped my spirits so I don't care what the rest of the world thinks. I'm gonna get there. And if its 0.1 at a time that's still progress.