Right now. I am not, strictly speaking, diabetic.
Or at the very least, I am not hyperglycemic. My blood sugar is a perfectly healthy 7.5 mm/L. If anything, I am now worried about it going too low.
And this is fantastic news. I have finally put an end to the organ-ravaging effects of having blood sugar levels so high your hemoglobin qualifies as frosting. I am beyond happy that I have achieved this state.
Not sure how, though.
I mean yeah. I took a whack of insulin lately but it didn’t seem to have an effect. I suppose it’s possible that the insulin had no immediate effect but kickstarted some complicated series of reactions that eventually led me to this happy state.
Or maybe it’s aliens. That seems equally possible to me right now.
Oh well, whatever. The point is that, for the moment at least, my diabetes is under control for the first time in a very long time.
And whatever the cause, that’s a glorious thing.
The forces of SNAFU
My trip to Wound Care was plagued by complications today.
First, the fact that it was on a Tuesday in the first place. When the scheduling lady told me that over the phone yesterday, I was too surprised to object. but Tuesdays are not good for me because Julian dogwalks on Tuesdays and Thursdays and hence is not available to drive me there.
So I had to take a cab. $10 each way. Le sigh.
But even that proved complicated because when I called for a cab this morning I was put on hold for a total of over 20 minutes, all the time growing more and more agitate an anxious as the time for my appointment approached.
And I mean, WTF, Richmond Taxi? Are you really that busy? That’s hard to imagine. I have never had to wait this long before.
My appointment was at 11:30 am, and I didn’t get an operator until 11:25 am.
So I was late. Only ten minutes late, because despite their phone issues, Richmond Taxi has been astonishingly prompt lately. Once I actually get to order a cab, it arrive in less than five minutes.
They must have a LOT of drivers circulating at all times for that to happen. That’s the only way I can see that happening.
So I get to my appointment late, and to save time, I skip the waiting area and go directly in to Wound Care.
I figured that was better than waiting for the nurse to come check for me again when I was already late.
I was told that the nurse herself was late and I was to go wait in the waiting area.
And at first I was relieved. I wasn’t late after all! I hate being late.
But then my wait got longer and longer. Turns out she didn’t come get me till 12:15 pm or so. Still better than waiting on hold but no fun at all.
The bandage change went off without a hitch, though. Phew. At this point, I would not have been surprised if we’ found a tarantula under one of them,
Harsh image, I know. Sorry.
They put the receptionist who called the cab home for me on hold for ten minutes too.
Get your shit together, Richmond Taxi!
I can’t tell if I’m truly honest or just too lazy to lie.
Scariest video game villain ever and it’s from the 80’s.
You can never step in the same river twice
So it seems like my blood sugar goes up and down on its own to a certain extent.
That’s not a huge surprise. Very little in nature holds steady to one value. Everything varies. Even that stalwart of steadiness mammalian homeostasis produces a boy temp that varies by a few tenths of a degree over time in a healthy mammal.
Migosh am I nerdy. I really do sound like Sheldon from BBT sometimes.
It’s a genius thing, I guess.
Anyhow, my readings are up to 11 to 12 right now, and I am currently eating a meal, so they will no doubt go much higher.
This all leaves me a tad confused as to at what point insulin is called for. I suppose it would be when the level goes too high and stays there.
Obviously, having seen the promised land of healthy bloody glucose levels, I want to stay there. This recent period of my readings being below ten were thrilling (no, YOUR life is boring) and I felt great, so I want more of the same, please.
So I will continue to monitor my glucose levels so I can shoot up some of my insulin/evil spacelord Basaglar when it seems like things are not getting better.
The endocrine system is so chaotic in the mathematical sense. Tiny changes can cause huge ripple effects. A butterfly farts in Guam and my glucose spikes.
So to speak.
At least now, I know that staying in the golden zone of healthy blood sugar is possible, and that’s a wonderful thing. If I stick to my usual diet and don’t eat anything crazy (like a huge KFC meal with fries.. and corn… and a biscuit…. oops) and make adjustments via insulin when necessary, I should be able to stay golden all the time.
And that fills me with more hope than I have ha for a long time.
I wish my sleep apnea would suddenly solve itself like this!
Addendum : Speaking of KFC, I am glad their weekday hours are a little more sane. Instead of closing at the absurd time of 7:30 pm like they do on Saturdays, on weekdays they are open till a far more rational 9:15 pm.
That’s more like it. Means I can get my KFC fix after all, just not on Saturdays.
And I really, really needed my KFC to drive away the memory of my experience with the godawful chicken from Fighter Chicken last week.
The horror… the horror…. the bland fatty gooey gag inducing horror…
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.