Yesterday, I went to my endocrinologist. She's a very lovely lady. This is only the second time I've seen her, but I do like her. She is quick and relatively thorough. The first time I went to her office, which is in a big medical office building near where I work, I felt like I was going to see some kind of endocrinology celebrity. There was a HUGE poster in the front lobby with her picture and her credentials on it. She was down-to-earth and truly listened to my concerns. You don't get that kind of treatment from a lot of doctors with larger than life pictures, I can tell you that.
We went over my test results, of course. Kidneys are normal. Liver and thyroid are also normal. Always a relief. LDL cholesterol is slightly elevated (should ideally be 100, it's 120), but that's nothing a little exercise and a healthier diet probably can't fix. The big issue, the thing that is hardest to admit, is the A1C score. But hey, to show you that I am just a young woman struggling with diabetes like the rest of the world, here's the number:
That's right. There it is. It ain't pretty, and yet I'm not really afraid of it. I feel empowered knowing the truth. I feel like I'm going to work to fix this, and the tool I'm going to attempt to bring this thing down with comes in a pen: Symlin. I haven't used Symlin in a couple of years, but I am willing to give it another go. When I was using it, it was really working for me. Using it forced me to pay attention to my blood sugars and also everything that I ate every day. I had the lowest low I've ever had while taking Symlin: 32 mg/dl. I was very alert (albeit seeing a few spots) and able to get myself glucose tabs to bring myself back up, but it was enough to let me know that I need to keep an eye on myself at all times.
And that is precisely what I need right now. A kick in the pants that says, "Hey you, Type 1! You gotta work on that shit, remember?" I really want to remember.
I think my dia-versary was officially sometime last week. I've never known my exact date of diagnosis--it was pretty traumatic for the family, and my poor mom's memory for the date is foggy.
My little Type 1 has turned 21! I propose drinks to celebrate it being legal. If you think you'd be down for a little d-meetup 21st birthday dinner for my diabetes in the greater Philly area, send me an email: nrrdygrrl-at-gmail-dot-com. I'm not celebrating my crappy A1C. I am celebrating the fact that I am alive, well, and still trying to stay positive and get healthier.