October 30, 2015
I knew it would be high...
Well, I had labs done on Tuesday and my beautiful, hard earned 6.8 A1C has jumped up to a hideous 9.5. That's not good. That's as bad as when I started. I wonder what this means and what kind of treatment they're going to put me on. I don't feel like anything has drastically changed for it to have gotten that high. I eat less fast food. In fact, I hardly eat at all. I don't drink all that much, though dating Brian means that beer has been introduced to my diet. But I still don't even have that much. I don't go to the gym regularly, but I go more than I used to.
So many things in life I don't understand right now.
scullerymaid at 10:44 a.m.