When I was admitted to the hospital in February my HbA1C was a 13. This is equal to an average blood sugar of around 320 over 3 months. Indeed I was a bad diabetic. The app on my phone also keeps track loosely of my HbA1C, and I am currently 8.4 which is an average of 194. I say loosely because I am sure it is not the most accurate but I have to believe that is pretty darn close.
I have written a lot about finding the small victories and over the course of the last 2 months this is something I have been proud of. No, the number is not perfect, in fact a truly healthy diabetic should be around a 6.5. The truth is that the ascent from being unhealthy to being healthy takes time. There is a lot of trial and error involved. My insulin dosage has changed about 3 times and is sure to change again. I like my doctors, I feel like they actually care which is something previous doctors lacked.
I can joke with my doctors and they joke back. The other thing that I am proud of is the fact that the cut in my toe that scared me into health is pretty much all healed. I noticed this last night and just stared at it smiling for a few minutes, which is rare because I hate feet, especially mine. The point is that the evidence of my new healthy life is apparent to me every day.
There are the tiny disappointments, but I am doing a lot better acknowledging the positives. I do not know if there will ever be a cure for this disease in my life, in the meantime I am just going to live.