Folks, it’s been a looong time since I’ve let almost an entire week go by without a blog post. That’s a testament to how crazy busy my life has been since I took this new amazing (but insanely demanding) job. But even though I’m writing this on Thursday night way too late and running on fumes, I just had to get this post up, because if this ain’t Friday news, I don’t know what is.
I finally made it under 6.5%. In fact, I smashed my goal and landed at a 6.2% per my labs drawn on Monday. And even though this has been the hardest time I’ve ever had getting my A1c low, it was so worth it for the moment I opened up those lab results and saw that glorious number.
If this was the Academy Awards, my acceptance speech would go something like this:
I’d like to thank GU energy gel, for curbing all 7,000 lows I’ve had in the making of this A1c. I’d like to thank my limited, but important counter-regulatory hormones for their contributions. I’d like to thank exercise for being consistently helpful in times like this. I’d like to tell pasta, pizza, and sushi to kindly bugger off for all eternity, or at least throw me a bolus bone once in a blue moon. I’d like to thank my carb counting app and my bolus wizard for forcing me to actually make this whole diabetes thing a science. I’m eternally grateful to my director, my CGM, who guides my every move. I think insulin has had enough of the glory for a while here though – ammaright? It’s like the Brangelina of the diabetes world – all shiny and heroic but THERE ARE OTHER ACTORS HERE OK?!
And I’d really, really like to thank my kind and patient husband for being the most supportive person on the planet and instead of calling me a stark raving lunatic during every meltdown I had getting to this number, just gave me a hug instead.
Take that, diabetes!