Until this week. On Tuesday I had my endo appointment.
|The waiting room at my endo's office - as part of the Waiting with Diabetes project.|
I always hold my breath as we go over my lab results. I’m worried for my liver and kidneys. But most of all, I’m worried about what that A1C number will be. Of course, the A1C is always at the end of the report - thanks a lot, lab-report-guys.
So, we went though each and every item on the lab report. What the recommended range for each item is and where my numbers fall. (Yes, my endo take the time to explain each item. Love him!!) Everything was in the AWESOME range (my words, not my endo’s, but whatever). Then we got to the A1C. And it has gone up . . . . just by .3 . . . but still up. And higher is always bad, right?
Well, not always. This time both my endo and I were actually happy to see a rise in my A1C. For the past six months, my A1C has been 5.9. A great number, yes, but a number that was the result of way too many scary-lows. With my new Revel pump and the predictive alerts for the CGM, I’m catching more lows before they hit the scary-low range. (No, not all, but more . . . ) So we were both thrilled that my A1C has risen to 6.2.
I've spent so many years, decades even, struggling for a lower A1C. Celebrating a higher one feels crazy. But then again, I never said I wasn’t crazy!!