I had a bizarre conversation last night with my husband where he tried claiming that it wasn't the last day of November and that I had another day to have wrapped the advent chocolates and had hung the calendar a day early. He wanted to know what I was going to do with the advent chocolates to store them through (what is now) the 31st of November. It took me several attempts to convince him November only has 30 days even in 2020.
In the IT world at least, this was, and still is to an extent, known as 'Microsoft time'.
Sat down and ignored him (also known as nearly 24 years of marriage) whilst he has three attempts at reciting a certain rhyme and then tactful putting out that I have had a cousin with a birthday on the last day of November for x many years (she's 2 years older than my sister who was born in '86, I have 2 much younger siblings whom I raised).
I could hear him muttering, April June November, there no November in that list... 30 days has September....
I could hear him muttering, April June November, there no November in that list... 30 days has September....
His memory has been affected by haemochromotosis and Hasimoto's disease (both diagnosed together) due to very dangerously high iron levels in his body. His stored iron levels (ferritin) were over 3600 when it was diagnosed. They should be double digits, no higher. Luckily after 12 months of weekly blood giving (a unit each time no matter what) His levels are stable again and holding 84 last week. But those and severe OA in both ankles (both needing fusing to allow him to continue to walk) along with finally accepting he needs reading glasses have aged him rather quickly in the last couple of years.
Ok, in the way of an update regarding my A1C, I got my results today.
(that's me kicking a pill ).
Ok, in the way of an update regarding my A1C, I got my results today.
Bit of background: I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes nearly 20 years ago, lost a bunch of weight, and now, if I keep my weight under 200lbs, my A1C is usually low enough to require no medication to manage. Normal A1C level is < 5.7, diabetes is 6.5+ and anything between is a level of "pre-diabetes" and may or may not require intervention to manage.
When I went in for a checkup in August, the NP wanted to start me on meds because my A1C was 6.1 - "closer to diabetes than I'd like."
I balked at going on meds, I've never needed them before, and got a three-month reprieve to lose some weight and make better food choices, and in those three months, I lost 15lbs, putting me well under 200lbs.
Here's how the phone call today went:
"Hi, Reuben, it's Donna, from Nurse Bella's office. We have your A1C results."
"Hi, Donna. Good news, I hope."
"It's 5.9, so it's down...two-tenths from last time, almost normal, so Bella says to just keep your dosage the same. Looks good!"
"But I'm not taking any meds for that."
"You're not? You're supposed to be."
"No, three months ago...<insert recap here>...so that's why I was getting rechecked, to see if I could bring it down on my own."
"Well, that doesn't sound right, so let me check with Bella and see what she says, but she's probably going to want you on that med."
Hmmm...my A1C has hovered between 5.7 and 6.1 for 20 years now, checked twice a year, and suddenly, 5.9 is med-worthy.
I don't care what Bella says, with an A1C of 5.9, I'm not going on any meds.
I don't care what Bella says, with an A1C of 5.9, I'm not going on any meds.
I get irritated because it's like these people don't pay attention and don't read a patient's record.
