July 13th was the date of my last A1c. 6.9. Higher than I hoped but not outrageous. Due to a tumultuous summer my sugar skyrocketed and my deductible vanished.
It was because we met our deductible on our HSA, that I approached my Doctor in September.
"So . . . I met my deductible."
"Ooh, so what else do you want to try out?"
And that's how I got the Dex.
I have loved it since I got it, and the additional challenge of keeping my blood sugar between the lines has been a nice change of pace in terms of my management (instead of test, react, forget for 8 hours, test, freak out, react).
Getting my blood drawn the other day, I automatically began to spout off reasons why my A1c won't be ideal.
"You know, I was really sick over thanksgiving."
"Christmas was packed with unknown carbs and goodies, and stress, and travel."
"My schedule has been way off."
The results came back the day after.
This is my lowest A1c that I can remember, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't squeal when I heard that.
This victory is brought to you by the letters C, G, and M. I am so much more aware of what my sugar is doing, catching and bringing down the highs sooner, and keeping my mind engaged in daily corrections of blood sugar.