So, I just got back from the office. It was nice to see everybody. The ones I figured wouldn’t talk to me, didn’t…oh well. Talking to people, nothing’s changed, and everything’s changed with lineups and whatnot. I saw a couple patients I’d known for years, which was cool. One told me how much the place’d changed from his perspective. It was sad, but expected. I saw a couple drug reps I knew, and caught them up on my life, plugging the site and whatnot. I told them I’ve been the happiest in YEARS. Everybody asked if I missed working there. To an extent, yeah, because it was a big chunk of my life. BUT, I’m in a good place here, doing exactly what I think I am meant to be doing.
Then, I was called back. Christina’s Cindy’s new nurse since Ami left shortly after I did. We caught up, and she got my pertinents: BP, which was high, of course, when I needed it normal. Then, she took my A1C, which we both agreed sucked worse than getting inked. It actually wasn’t bad. I went up 2/10 of a point. Cindy told me we don’t want it to get to 6.5. Then, I’ll have to be on insulin, which isn’t an option. I’m not stabbing myself in the gut…had it done in the hospital after surgery a few years back.
The short of it is everything is OK diabetic-wise. My BP med’s changing, and tomorrow, I have to go to the lab for a complete fasting workup…Man, nothing to eat after midnight, no coffee…DUDE! Oh well. I ain't checkin' out anytime soon...unless, I drop dead of caffeine withdraws tomorrow. LOL!
Until the next time, be good to each other.