I must admit that when I went to bed Monday night I was a little nervous, a little anxious, a little excited about my endo appointment Tuesday morning. In fact, when my fasting was well above 200 on Tuesday I wondered if my nerves had anything to do with it. 

Tuesday's appointment was a follow up for labwork and an ultrasound on my thyroid that I had about 10 days ago. I was pretty sure the lab work (much of which was antibody tests to determine if I am truly type 1 or type 2) would show that I am type 1, but there was still a little part of me that doubted I was right.

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I found some old blood work results from 2002 and was comparing them to my recent results. In 2002 I was a newlywed and had not had gestational diabetes yet. The only inkling I had of any blood sugar problems was a strong family history of type 2 diabetes and a diagnosis of hypoglycemia when I was 19.

My numbers are exponentially better today. Fasting sugar, cholesterol, triglycerides, HDL; you name it. This got me to thinking about my health and lifestyle today versus 5 years ago. I may be 5 years older but I should be feeling 10 years younger!

The biggest change, health-wise; is that I no longer smoke. 27 years of a pack plus a day are history. I have been smoke free for almost 22 months now, this alone would bring up my HDL levels. I remain very proud of this and it continues to remind me that I can change old ingrained habits. (READ MORE)

Not to be a weenie or anything, but my arm still hurts from getting my blood work done yesterday for my bi-annual appointment with my endocronoligist. Let's be honest, DO THEY REALLY HAVE TO USE A SYRINGE THAT BIG?! That thing is like a one of those straws that you get with your tropical-punch-flavored Capri Sun. You know, the one where you have to pierce through the surface, like your driving a stake through a vampire's heart, just so you can get to the juice! I was thinking maybe they could use one of my little 3/10 cc "short needles". I have PLENTY to spare and I can hardly feel those, except when I hit too much muscle or even better, a nerve :).

I guess maybe I am just a little bitter about the whole visit to the hospital yesterday. (READ MORE)