At my doctor's appointment Tuesday, I had blood drawn for lab work. Checking my A1C, cholesterol, and other things I have no clue about. I hate having my blood drawn. I have this "thing" about straw-sized needles being shoved in my veins. It's freakish. I can get tattooed all day long and not flinch, but I'm going to be doing deep breathing exercises over a blood draw. And don't tell me that doesn't make sense. If you do, you clearly have never had one or the other done.
But.... my phlebotomist needs a raise. She was beyond good. I barely felt the needle go in. My vein rolled, she tried to get it, couldn't, and pulled out. No pain, though. She tried the other arm... barely felt the needle go in at all. That vein cooperated (I'm assuming I was a bit dehydrated, because I don't usually have problems like that. Usually they get excited over my big, juicy veins - which grosses me out, too). Yesterday, I expected some bruising, as is normal, but nothing. Just a tiny pin prick mark on each arm. You can't even see that today. I've never had such an easy blood draw.
Anyway, I got an email with the results last night and I'm so stinking excited! My A1C, which is like a snapshot of your blood sugar over about a 3 month window, went from an 11.4 in May (that's really high) to a 6.4 this time! Under 7 is considered "controlled diabetes". So, I've definitely got my diabetes under control, and now my goal is to be able to eliminate some of the meds making that possible. My cholesterol was well within normal range, as well. It was never high, just borderline, but it's nice to see that has dropped, too. I had been told, and wasn't sure how credible it was, that cholesterol meds didn't work well for women. Obviously that's BS.
I started the Adipex yesterday, and it makes me feel a little space-y, especially in the morning. Not too bad, though. It will be difficult for me to really track my progress since my scale at home seems to just throw up random numbers. It will give me readings a good 5 lbs different within minutes of the first reading. I don't know why I keep it. I might get a new scale one of these days, but I'm just going to go by whether or not I'm afraid of splitting my pants getting in the truck as my measure of progress right now. ;)
Plus, I gotta buy a ukulele this week, I can't be spending money on a scale =)