The number is in and it's good. No, it's great. Fred and I are freaking rock stars. Elise's A1C was 6.6. Her endo walked into the room and asked if we were ready to pass out. We didn't faint, but I teared up. Hearing a number like that (after TWO rounds of strep throat and antibiotics) is so worth all the crap we go through.
It's worth every sleepless night.
It's worth every carb we weigh.
It's worth every calculation.
It's worth every moment that we sit and pour over her numbers, trying to figure out how we can do better.
Elise's doc did go over our numbers to make sure that the low A1C wasn't a result of too many low BGs, and was pleased with what she saw.
6.6... oh my. I am so in love with that number that I am going to run off to Vegas and marry it.
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