Stupid fucking A1c went up instead of down.
I know, I know, the holidays. I ate mashed potatoes. I had stuffing. Christmas Cookies. But I didn't actually think it'd go up. I thought it wouldn't go down. Ya know? And I could have done more, and better.
My doctor's office called to have me come in for an appointment. I've asked in the past if there is other medication I can/should be on. She said our insurance doesn't cover it. So I want to know who to complain to or appeal to. I don't want to pay a ton of money out of pocket for something, but I do want the stupid number to go down.
I have to up my game on some fronts like walking, and drinking less. It's dry January, so let's just say I'll be doing "damp" January and all the months going forward. Also we'll save some money as a result.
Today was busy with meetings. And the dogs were really well behaved together for the most part, but they did have a hell of a wrasslin session and Toffee took a bite to the nose that caused some bleeding. They stop really well when I tell them that's enough.
There were big naps. Toffee slept by me and Dahlia was on the other couch. Peaceable Kingdom.
I don't have a picture for today and I don't want to screenshot the A1c chart because it pisses me off. Meh. I'm just grumpy right now and taking a pass on alcohol today on purpose, even though we have plenty in the house. You don't start drinking at 9:45pm. Although Doug just poured a cocktail, watching football.... not for me this late.
digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. no walk. 5600+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
7:45am: 171
4:30pm: 191
10:30pm: 177
food:
coffee/water/tea
10:30am: bowl of greek yogurt w/ blueberries, splenda
noon: celery w/pb; metformin
2pm: bowl of mixed nuts
3:45pm: 8 crackers w/pb
6pm: cheeseburger w/bacon and havarti, scoop of coleslaw and scoop of potato salad
7pm: metformin+jardiance
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