Okay, I managed to get more sleep last night, didn’t get up and test until around 6:00 or shortly after. 134! Yes, the numbers are slowly coming down. Yippee!
At some point I won’t have to make a big deal about all of this, and my life will have become less focused on getting my blood sugar under control. It is still, for now, a process of learning how to keep the blood sugar at a fairly even level. I’m collecting some questions to ask the diabetes instructor on Friday.
According to WebMD, I should look for less than 100 mg/dL after not eating (fasting) for at least eight hours, and less than 140 mg/dL two hours after eating. I have a ways to go. And according to clevelandclinic.org, I should start exercising 30 minutes after beginning a meal, which seems odd since a meal could take 30 minutes. But it’s a guide not an unbreakable rule, I suppose.
Looking up almost any question on Google always brings hundreds or thousands of links. I don’t go to sponsored links, and don’t (usually) go to places I’ve not heard of. I trust WebMD, and places like the American Diabetes Association, or actual hospitals or clinics. Too many other places may or may not have right information, so I’m learning to avoid certain places.
I am curious to know how long it will take to get my blood glucose down to ‘normal’ levels. I’m supposed to go back to the dr. in 3 months, so I assume my A1C will be lower by then. Three months is a long time (relatively), so I can’t depend too highly on day to day readings.
Friday, of course, is two days after I turn 65. And that reality is something that weighs a little on my mind. How the fuck did I get this old? I mean, on the one hand, it really is not a big deal — people hit 65 with some degree of regularity. And they survive. On the other hand, I had no expectation of reaching 65. Neither of my parents did. I made no plans toward getting older, no intentions for what I would do in my later years. And now I’m here without a plan. That’s rather scary. What do I want to do with the rest of my life?