I am his FAVORITE patient. Nobody can tell me otherwise.

Had a doctor's visit.

He still adores me.

He looked at my numbers and said I must eat really healthy.  Which is odd, because the week before my numbers were all over the chart (like 350 for no reason or 45 with double arrows down.  FUN.)

Told him I liked doughnuts. Just these specific ones from the grocery store. Snarf.

He wants me to experiment with a Type 2 drug that makes you pee out your sugar if you go too high.  He says it works for Type 1s too, but insurance won't pay for it.  So I have samples, and will probably take them the week before my period when I go high.

He thinks Type 1s get the shaft when it comes to new meds because there just isn't the same market as for Type 2s.

We agreed on that.

A1c was 6.8. I can live with that.

We fought the battle over statins.

He did acknowledge that at my age taking it sporadically was probably OK, and we can argue some more after I'm 40.

LDL was high, but not terrible. Take that.

I'll be 40 in a year and a half. Gah. Take THAT.

WBC was still low.  Not sure what's going on there, or if that's even a concern.  It may just be how I roll.

And now, since I just had a doctor's visit, and nothing will show up on labs for a while, I have been stuffing Swedish ginger cookies down my gullet like nobody's business.  They are tiny and delicious and I CAN'T. STOP. EATING. THEM.

The buzzing of the CGM can't stop me.  They're just that addicting.

Anyone else feel like once your labs are over, you can party a little?  No? Just me?  Ok, then.

My Life in Song. Old, strange songs. That's How I Roll.

I like to think I have control over many aspects of my life, especially pertaining to my children.

I am wrong.

I like to think I can control my diabetes.

I am wrong.

I get asked to do crazy things by zombies who don't think they're being unreasonable.  Been to the doctor lately?  Talked to a CDE?  And I love my doctor.  Sometimes they can't see it.  It's not unreasonable -  "I mean, no one's going to eat your eyes". I often feel like Tom in this video.  "I sure appreciate your working with me..." but no compromise is actually going to be offered, nor is it ever intended.  Diabetes doesn't compromise. (Sometimes people don't either.  Even if they think they are.)




BUT.

"It's going to be the future soon.  I won't always be this way. When the things that make me weak and strange get engineered away".



"And when my heart is breaking, I can close my eyes.  It's already here."

(Note - No relationship angst here.  I'm happily married to a code monkey and do not pine for high school crushes.)

And don't worry, I don't plan on building a robot army.

Probably.