Last Thursday I went to the outpatient lab at one of the local hospitals to have blood drawn for an A1c and other routine tests. I did so in preparation for an appointment with my primary care doctor that I had scheduled for Monday morning.
I had been dreading that appointment because I just knew for sure that the results of my A1c and basic metabolic panel (BMP) would be FUBAR due to the chaos of the previous few months. And I was fully expecting to catch hell from my doctor as a result. Much to my relief, neither of those things occurred.
I was quite surprised when the doctor handed me the lab results and I saw that my A1c was 6.6. It had been 6.5 in May. Given what I’ve been dealing with the last several months, I was fully expecting a number in the 7’s again. And I told the doctor so. After hearing the details of the events of the past few months, she was as surprised as I was by the lab results. But she told me to keep up the good work. I didn’t have the heart to admit that there hadn’t been much work done at all.
All of my lab results were good. And my blood pressure was fantastic during the visit, too. 114/72 is great for me.
I don’t know how to explain the good numbers. As I said, I was expecting them to be much worse than they were. All I can figure is that someone must have been watching over me.
I hope the watch continues.
PS: My sincere thanks to all of you for the outpouring of love and support since my last post. It means a great deal. Lots of love to you all.