Triplets of Runnersville

When I got up this morning, I checked my blood sugars first thing. They were 8.1, a little higher than I like, but a decent number for the morning nonetheless. Decent enough for me to postpone breakfast a few hours and get some blood work done.

Today I started down a path where I’ll be getting my HgA1C (complete average of my blood sugars) checked once a month for the next 12 months. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m a little OCD when it comes to perfect blood sugars, and for awhile there I was really struggling. And over the years, combatting this disease, I’ve discovered the best way to make things happen when it comes to doctors and specialists is to kick and scream, and pretty much go into a full-fledged tantrum, to get what you want. I wanted perfect blood sugars, and I figured if I could get a handle on what my overall averages were every month that would help get me to that goal.

However, getting blood work done for us diabetics is no easy task. Because you have to fast for 12 hours beforehand, you’re pretty much hooped if your blood sugars take a nosedive into near convulsionville. I’ve had many mornings where I had to forgo the lab because the juice fairies came calling = major frustration.

I thought it was kind of odd, though, when the woman at the check-in desk didn’t ask when the last time I ate was the night before (7:45 p.m. if you were wondering) but because she was explaining a whole bunch of other stuff like how to access my results online, I figured maybe she just forgot. But when the lab technician who seemed to be menacingly holding the ginormous needle didn’t ask either, I was a bit perplexed. When I got to work, and was finally able to inhale eat my breakfast, I checked the blood requisition form that my endocrinologist emailed and saw there wasn’t an asterisk noting the need for a 12-hour fasting beside the blood work I required. What? I emailed the doc’s office and sure enough I did NOT need to fast. Dammit! All that starving, lightheaded, pukiness feeling could have been avoided. Ugh. But least now I know I’ve got 12 months free from fasting. Woohoo!

TONIGHT’S RUN (My calves killed me!!!)

• 7:30 p.m. BG before: 7.6 (1 hour after dinner)
• Temp basal: -70 per cent
• Distance: 3 km
• Time: 21 minutes
• 8 p.m. BG after: 2.7 (Oh crud!)

I also had a long overdue tea/lunch date with my favourite running chicks today (I’ve dubbed us the Triplets of Runnersville) who I haven’t seen in forever. And I’ve missed them so greatly. They’re the ones I share my closest secrets with and rants and excitements with … it’s kind of inevitable when you’re on the road together for hours on end.

And thankfully sane heads prevailed over yummy sandwiches. In literally a matter of minutes, my girls helped sort out my scheduling conflicts. They told me flat out to forget about the gym, I was doing pilates, that would surely count for more on the strength and core workout than the gym where I’d likely get super intimidated the second I walked in, and would inevitably avoid the weights and go straight to the cardio machines. They also told me to get my bike on the trainer (which we have stored away upstairs) for cross-training over the winter months, which again would keep me out of the stinky gym and keep my wallet out of the red. You don’t have to tell me twice to forgo the gym 😀

When getting blood work done, do you watch or turn your head? I most definitely turn my head … except for today.