I had a follow-up appointment today for the bloodwork I had done last Monday. I had a fasting blood glucose test and a glycosylated hemoglobin test, usually called an A1c test. The A1c, in a nutshell, gives the doctor a picture of how high my blood sugar has been in the past 3 months. In November, when he prescribed medicine for me, my A1c was 7.6. Today it's down to 6.1, which is very good. The range for "normal" people is 4-6, and my doctor said he likes to see it below 7 in a diabetic. So that's good.
My fasting level is not great, but not horrible, either. It's gone up over the past couple of weeks, especially since I ran out of medication last week. So . . . to keep the A1c going down and to keep my fasting levels down, I have another 3-months supply of medicine. I really didn't want to take more, but he wasn't budging! LOL He saw right through my little scheme of running out of medicine just to try making it without it. He told me to come back before I run out, next time. And I thought I was getting away with something!
I'm beginning to resign myself to the thought that medicine may be a permanent fixture in my life. I had come to believe that it's some kind of "badge of honor" to be able to take care of this disease myself, but that does seem to be prideful and a bit foolish on my part. There is nothing wrong with taking medicine, especially the very small dosage I have to take at this point (as a comparison, my doctor said today that the medication I take goes up to 20 mg doses; I take a 2.5 mg dose!). It will keep me healthier for the rest of my life, as opposed to having diabetic complications and possibly dying at a younger age or being too sick to be a help to my husband. Either of those things may happen anyway, even while taking medicine, but I believe it would be foolish of me to deliberately ignore rising blood sugars. I'm rambling a bit now. My brain is foggy today (so what's new?!), so maybe I'll write more clearly later!