Really, I am! I came home yesterday from Ellie's Endo appointment and was so excited to post about the decrease in her HbA1c results. I finished my post toting the AWSCHUMNESS of switching to Apidra and lamenting how Ellie's last result of an 8.0 wasn't bad, but certainly wasn't good.
It wasn't until a facebook friend mentioned she was praying for a better HbA1c number that I realized I never gave the result of yesterday's blood test.
I have a valid excuse, however. Those 2+ hour appointments wear me out! So much information crammed into a relatively small amount of time. So much anticipation for such a small little blood test result. A little amount of stress turns into a lot amount of tired.
Back to the appointment:
Our most favorite nurse in the whole wide world had us guessing at the new HbA1c number. A big cheesy grin on her face indicated the number was lower. Just to be funny, she had us take a guess at the result.
I chimed in with a hopeful 7.6
Hubby gave a conservative guesstimate of 7.8
Ellie presented with a 'deer-in-the-headlight-stare' and went with my guess.
Nope! None of the answers matched.
Our nurse grinned and said "LOWER".
7.5? 7.4? 6.8?
Nuh, Uh . . . ::smirky smile::
You see, a .8 HbA1c reduction may not appear to be much, but a little is a lot.
An 8.0 means Ellie's blood sugars AVERAGE 183. (her goal is 80-150)
A higher average of blood sugars = higher chances of long term complications.
A 7.2 means Ellie's blood sugars AVERAGE 160.
Closer to goal = closer to better control = better health.
Even if her mother is a major dork.