Welcome to another one of those posts about that doctor guy I hate...wait a tic...ok, it's true, I am still not fond of Mr. Diabetes-Doctor-of-Doom-that-shall-not-be-named...but for some reason today's appointment was..... better. It could be that my A1C was lower (a good thing) not perfect, but going in the right direction. Or it might be that I could finally think about taking care of myself instead of "how am I going to ask him for all this stuff the FAA still wants?" Or, better yet, it might have been because I didn't have to wait the requisite 2 hours after my appointment time to see him (Hallelujah!).
And, as always, some of the things he said make sense (i.e. increase insulin-carb ratio for dinner) and some things don't (i.e. making target blood sugar 120, instead of 100...I don't think so Sir!). But the main thing is...I think my body and myself are finally adjusting to life in Huntsville, with a job, a wiener dog, and a boyfriend with a never-ceasing appetite (love you babe ;-). And even though the doc may not be super helpful, the physical act of driving to the hospital and walking up to the 4th floor provide this sometimes-lackadaisical-Diabetic with a reality check....every 3 months. And ultimately, that helps me see more numbers like these:
I will call it a win-tie, not to be confused with a win-win :-)