It's Like Golf.
This morning, the doctor's office called.
"Hey there, it's [Nurse From Dr. CT's office]. Is this Kerri?"
"It is. Hi! What's up?"
(I talk with medical professionals like they're my buddies. This probably annoys them, but I can't help it.)
"I wanted to let you know we got your labs back. Everything looks stable. No change."
My heart just sank. No change. But I was looking for - hoping for - change.
"No change? That's disheartening. Can you send me a copy of the lab workup to my home?"
"Sure can. And why disheartening?" I could hear a note of concern in her voice. My doctor's office isn't big, and there are only two nurses. I've seen this particular nurse so many times that I recognize her voice. She's a nice person.
"Well, my last A1C was pretty crappy. And I was hoping this one would be a bit better, you know?" I was driving, and trying hard to keep my eyes from welling up. I was so disappointed. I felt like a failure. Another A1C above 8%? But I was trying!
"Oh wait, you have type 1, right? Hang on a second, Mrs. Sparling."
(This made me smile. Mrs. Sparling. My sadness was wiped away briefly by remembering that I was married to Chris.)
"Mrs. Sparling? Your cholesterol is the same . Your thyroid is the same [fine]. All the other tests we checked for were totally in range. But your HbA1C did drop - you're at 7.5%."
"OH THAT'S GREAT!"
"I mean, thank you for clarifying. I'm glad the number went down. I was hoping it would. It's like golf, this diabetes stuff. Lower is better."
"Well, your wedding probably made you stressed out, so that's most likely why the last one was so elevated. I can see that your previous A1C's were all in the 6's and low 7's. And also, is okay to say that I hate golf?"
(She IS paying attention. I love when it's confirmed that people care.)
"I hate golf, too." I laughed. "Thanks for letting me know the specifics. I feel much better now."
"No problem. And you know what? Thanks for talking to me like I'm a real person. Makes me feel less like I'm a robot making phone calls. Have a nice day, Mrs. Sparling."
it goes both ways, the appreciation of being treated like a "real person."
And I'm glad to know where I stand as far as this A1C thing goes. It's easier to aim for something when I at least know where I'm aiming from. (There's nowhere to go but ... down?) Next A1C is scheduled for the beginning of April, and the absolute goal is under 7%. It's go time. I know I can do it.