Since my last diabetes medical team appointment in July, it’s been a rough blood sugar ride. Highs from the steroid injection for my frozen shoulder and lows from overcorrecting and gastric delay has me wondering what my A1C will be and if it’s back over 7.0%. Wouldn’t surprise me and it won’t upset me, as I’ve had A1Cs in the double digits. (Halloween scary double digits in my teens.) It’s an opportunity for me to up my game and work with my team to smooth out my roller coaster.
However, much like what happens when my hair stylist appointment draws closer and my hair begins to look fantastic, my readings for the past three days have been… phenomenal. Overnights have been a steady line. (Uninterrupted sleep is an amazing mood elevator.) There’s been an occasional 75, an occasional 190, but for the most part, it’s been smooth sailing.
It won’t last, I’m sure. That’s the nature of diabetes. But for now, it’s on fire…
(The title’s a nod to Morrissey, who despite being a fiend on vinyl, was terribly disappointing live. Diva.)