I take care of myself. I get my eyes checked annually, my teeth cleaned twice a year. I visit my ob/gyn every fall and my GP every other summer. I waited longer than I should have for the dreaded colonoscopy but finally made an appointment for next month.
I did drag my feet on getting blood drawn. One morning last week, before drinking my usual cup of coffee, I finally went to the lab and handed over the crinkled request form from the depths of my purse, where it’s been since July. The doctor performing my procedure next month needed the results before my appointment.
The results arrived in the mail last night. I stood at the kitchen counter, still in my jacket and ripped open the envelope. I scanned for numbers in bold print signaling any problems. And there it was. My hemoglobin A1c, an indicator of diabetes, was high, the number listed in the “Out of Range” column. This is a family problem: my dad’s diabetic, one of my brothers is diabetic, my grandmother on my mother’s side was diabetic and there are others scattered throughout our family tree. So when I saw that number I experienced a moment’s panic, especially when I thought about the meals I’d eaten over the last three days while we were in NYC with friends. I don’t drink but got my sugar fill straight from (daily) dessert.
Within minutes of reading the lab results my cell phone rang. Not immediately recognizing the number I let it go to voicemail, then realized it was my doctor. Damn! I wanted to talk to him, tried calling the number back but got a busy signal. I settled for listening to his voice mail.
He told me what I already knew, added “lose 5 lbs and that number will go down.” He said he’d send me another lab request, told me to go back in March, reminded me to lose 5 lbs.
I’ve gained 10-12 pounds over the last couple of years, was not surprised my doctor prescribed losing five. So, I’m on a mission; I’ll need to cut back on my sugar intake, will be googling food plans for diabetics. I already miss the piece of Dove dark chocolate I eat most afternoons at work. With the holidays, parties, cookie baking around the corner I’ve got to strategize and prioritize my way to losing weight.
Does prepping for a colonoscopy count?