Progress

While I don’t jump for joy when an upcoming appointment with my endocrinologist, it’s not something that I dread. Dr. H and I engage in a good deal of chit-chat about random topics during our few minutes together, and I’d like to think he enjoys my time as much as I his. Last week I had the joy of having a nice lady poke a hole in my arm for the sake of the almighty A1c. While I knew my results weren’t going to be astounding, I knew they couldn’t be worse than what they were over the summer. I was hoping for progress, nothing monumental. Continue reading