Upheaval Into Paradise
When I went back to the doctor for another a1C, I was really hoping to have it in the 6ish range. Looking back, I guess that’s naive, but I followed my CDE’s instructions to the letter – I didn’t cheat ONCE, and so I thought it would turn out better than 7.9. So I went home with my own blood glucose meter and instructions to test once a day.
I’m a data fiend, of course, so I actually tested three times a day, moving it around before and after meals to get a good sampling. And it turns out that there are two things I can do: I can eat the way my CDE told me to eat, or I can keep my blood sugar in the ideal range. But I can’t do both of those things together. So when I went back, I asked if it was time to think about Metformin.
Y’all, I am a stubborn shit, and I have a will like you wouldn’t believe. I wouldn’t take medication to eat bread, or sweets, or anything that I shouldn’t be eating anyway. But when I can’t have fruit, or brown rice, or even butternut squash, I feel like I’m not really eating healthfully, and I feel like that is a problem. Not to mention, limiting my diet to meat, cheese, nuts, and non-starchy veggies gets old, real fast.
Instead, she said she didn’t think it was time yet, and read off some numbers for me. When I went in initially, my fasting glucose was over 250. A week later, non-fasting, it was just over 190. And the numbers I came back with after a few weeks with the blood glucose meter had my average, of both fasting and non-fasting, around 130. By that appointment, I’d lost 30 lbs. And she said my body was already doing better and starting to adjust toward better and better numbers.
So I guess it’s not as dire as I thought. But damn, it’s hard when you’re approaching your reproductive sell-by date, and your husband’s got the breeding urge something fierce, and a pretty big medical situation is standing between you and the starting gates. I want to have kids, too. I just feel like I have to get this sorted out, first, and like the pressure is on me to control things that I only really have so much control over.
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On top of all of that, of course, we’ve had to get ready and carry out the move for his promotion. Thank fuck we’ve only had to move three hours away, but man, that’s enough.
In the last few months, I’ve: Looked for houses while having pneumonia, dealt with my first dance with PTSD in six years, settled on buying a house with hubby from people who were not at all interested in making the process smooth or peaceful, and packed and moved a van load and several car loads of my own stuff.
And yes, there are movers, but there are some things I just don’t trust movers to move… like my sewing machine, spinning wheel, musical instruments, etc. It’s that stubborn thing, again. It always seems to get me into trouble.
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While my sewing machine was all packed up, I took some time to do a bit of embroidery, and a bit of practicing with my piano, so I have some photos and videos to share of that. Those are two things that help me relax, and even help my blood sugar come down. And that’s what I’m doing now that I have a week in the new house, mostly on my own, with occasional visits to the babies. I’m looking forward to having a routine set, but at least I’m not currently trying to maintain the perpetual motion of the last month.
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