I had a date with a doctor this week.
He didn't know it.
But we were definitely on it together.
I saw my endocrinologist this past week. On Valentine's Day. Isn't he so romantic? In honor of V-Day, Dr. McDreamy gave me one of the best presents a (diabetic) girl could ask for, a lower a1c! Yippee!
The last time I had my a1c checked, I was disappointed. I had gone up remarkably from a 6.1 to a 7.2. The combination of broken insulin pumps, bad insulin, summer vacation, and the stress of trying to single-handedly hold together a relationship probably had a lot to do with that dramatic increase in numbers. Stress does REdiculous things to your blood sugar!
I am pleased to announce that this past Thursday, I had an a1c of 6.4! 6.4, mofos!
It was all I could to do to stop myself from swiping McDreamy's belongings off of his desk in classic Grey's Anatomy style!
But then I would have had to pick it all up.
Before being escorted out of the building by security.