When I was at my general practitioner’s office on Monday getting diagnosed with a case of shingles—more about that another time—I asked if I could get my A1c drawn in anticipation of my endo appointment on Thursday. My GP and endocrinologist are in the same health network, so they both use the same electronic health record (EHR) system, and it would save me a trip to the hospital lab before work. “No problem. We’ll check your electrolytes and whatnot while we’re at it.”
Whenever I don’t expect good things from my A1c, I’m often pleasantly surprised. After a few months that included being ill, traveling, and having some bat-shit crazy BG readings, I was expecting something closer to 7.7 (where I was in January) or even 8.0.
Fast-forward one day to yesterday when I checked my EHR and saw my spiffy new A1c of 7.3. I know we “strive for 6.5,” but I was really happy to see the lowest A1c in the last six years.