The test results are in: my latest A1C is 5.9. My doctor was pleased."You're walking around like a normal person," she said.
Sure, I thought, if you consider it normal to shove sharp objects into your fingers and stomach several times a day. Or spiking into the WTF-300s for no apparent reason. Or see the worry and frustration on your husband's face when you say those magic words: "I'm low."
But it's a good thing to be back in the 5% club, I guess. One more small victory scored against fate. Next up: the annual eye exam in May. Woo-hoo!