A week ago I started a diabetic med, and, a few days later, another one, because my blood sugar has been that out of control. It’s been bad a lot — A1C 14. The highest reading I’ve seen in the past two weeks was in the high 500s, but I immediately tested again and it was more than 100 points lower. Most of the readings I’ve been doing have been ranging from the 300s to the 400s, without a big noticeable change as I’ve continued taking the meds.
One thing I did notice, though, fairly quickly on is that I’m not as hungry as I have been. I’ve noticed the past few months that I’m hungry a lot, and that I eat more than most folks do. I also noticed that I’ve not been putting on a ton of weight — when I did my doctor visit, my weight was 195, and I can’t remember the last time I was under 200 (but I only get on scales for doctors — I track my weight by how my clothes fit, and I’ve been needing to pully my belt harder lately).
Doing meds with my life is kinda trippy, because I’ve got two that are once a day, and one that’s twice a day, so I have two pill times a day. One of one timers is scheduled for first thing before breakfast, and the other “may cause drowsiness,” so I set them up to take the first in the AM and the second in the PM. Except that my sleep pattern is just odd, and, on the weekends, it gets to bizarre, and this was my first weekend with them. I took my PM one about 2 AM Friday night, my AM one Saturday about 2PM, my PM one Saturday night about 3 AM, and my AM one Sunday about 3:30 PM, and came home to take my PM one (from helping Emily get ready for her math test today) about 3 AM. And now I’m trying to adjust to a less bizarre schedule, so I took my AM one about fifteen minutes ago. I think I’m going to be aiming for a 12 and 12 schedule, give or take, but it’s complicated because of the food thing. This is definitely a work in progress.
But before I took my AM meds just now, I checked my blood sugar, and it was 214 — the lowest reading I’ve had since I started checking it nearly two weeks ago. Those who know will know that this isn’t a good fasting number, but it’s a lot better than the 348 average I’ve had over the past two weeks. My metformin (the twice a day) is up to half-dose from the quarter-dose I started on, and I go full dose tomorrow night. I was less than optimistic that the meds I’m on would be all that effective, because none of them seems to increase my insulin sensitivity, but this morning is a sign that they might work better than I thought. I’d still like something in an insulin sensitizer if I can, but I’ll be talking to the doctor about that next time I’m there — I should call to schedule the appointment for about two more weeks.
With things getting a bit funky over the weekend, it was nice to have something going right. The idea of being able to go more than an hour or two between bathroom trips would really, really be nice. If the blood pressure med works, I might even be able to donate plasma — that could pay enough for most of a motel room for the weekends, which would reduce some stress about money things.
It’s been a good day so far. This was a nice start.