Hey, Tootsie. What's your number?
Well, after my blog the other day about how I typically just let the fine folks at the Center for Diabetes download glucose readings from my meter, I realized the meter I have been using doesn't have a download function.
I lost my meter at the Heartland Conference in June and replaced it in a hurry with a $20 meter one touch ultra mini (thank you Carolyn Cole for the ride to the drugstore). I never got around to replacing my more sophisticated One Touch Ultra machine. Truth be told, the doctor's office usually gives me a freebie when they think it's time for me to upgrade, but I haven't been in since May.
The problem now: I have an appointment tomorrow and this lack of data will go over like a lead balloon. See, it's things like this that make us patients seem non-compliant, when really, we just get busy (or lazy).
So, they'll take my AIC, and I can tell you right now, it's not gonna be great, and then they'll ask what the problem might be. But, we won't be able to work out any solutions, cause I ain't got my numbers: my glucose numbers, my insulin numbers, my carb counting (my mood, my stress levels, the temperature and whether the moon was full), all of which I would have if I just kept a stupid log book once in a while.
About the only thing we'll confirm is whether I have gained 3 or 4 pounds since Borders closed.
And to top it all off, I lost a crown to a Tootsie Roll today. Serves me right for eating candy.
Type 1 diabetes, 12.5 years