Well, it’s almost time for another round of routine doctor visits. I see both my PCP and my cardiologist next week and, as usual, preparations for those appointments include a visit to the lab for blood work. I made that visit this morning.
Approximately 20 minutes of my times, one sharp needle, and a few vials of blood later, and the waiting game begins.
You know what I’m talking about. The little, not-so-fun game we play while waiting for the doctor visit to get the test results. The game where we sit around and dread what the results will be; where we kick ourselves for the bad numbers we’ve had. And where we fear the admonishment that may come from doctor.
I’ve been playing that game for a while now, simply because I know that my numbers haven’t been very good lately and that my A1C is not going to be as good as it has been. And, there’s a whole list of reasons why things have gotten out of hand. Which is bad because some days I just feel like it’s a list of excuses, but it’s also good because I know what’s causing the problems, and it gives me a list of things to work on.
And I’m trying to be positive about it. After all, one bad A1C in two years isn’t going to be the end of the world. And it’s just a number. And I am not my numbers. I’m a person. And a great person at that.