So, I went to the endo today and my A1c was 7.3!!! I was so pissed off!! Ughh!!! I suck sometimes at keeping this dang disease under control!!!
You’ll get there, use your anger to sort it, best thing for it. I hate getting weighed, drives me mad, I always think that my weight is my business but no some nurse will say "OH, you put on 1lb ". I scream inside.
Stay away from the doctor and especially the dietician and go on a low carb diet will make things better.
Let’s all avoid all doctors and just sing Doris Day tunes…
lol
I agree with Anthony and Josephine!
I wish Anthony would agree with Josephine too
We all agree with Josephine!! She speaks we all listen.
This is how we shall achieve world peace, I know this because I know these things
The last remaining sector that is booming in america is armaments. world peace thank god no chance of that.
LOL. Anthony I will start a new booming sector in peace armaments, starting with incendiary devices if you don’t agree with me
Shows how different we can all be – I would be reasonably pleased with a 7.3. But, yeah, I hate the unspoken criticism that so often comes form the drs. I would really like to see them do what we have to do. Those who can, do. Those who can’t, give advice. Besides, most of the time, I know what to do better than they do, and if a1cs were as easy to do at home as a regular BG, who would need drs at all! I hate the sneer when I get on the scale (I learned long ago there are 2 things never to ask a woman – age and weight; why can’t the drs give me that respect) or the “you can do better” with the a1c. Or the idea that exercising 4 days a week is not enough.
As soon as I leave the dr’s office, I go and eat something entirely decadent that would make my dr really p.o.'d at me. By the time my next a1c rolls around, it will be long gone. My reward for getting through it.
As soon as I leave the dr’s office, I go and eat something entirely decadent that would make my dr really p.o.'d at me. By the time my next a1c rolls around, it will be long gone. My reward for getting through it…
That is an awesome idea!!!
I find that my blood pressure goes up by 15 to 20 points being there so probably I also hate going to the doctors. It would be nicer and cheaper just to have blood test mailed home and if you have something to see the Dr. about then go but it could spare a lot of grief in the meanwhile.
Yah, my dad calls it “white coat hypertension.” Pure stress . . . .
My cardiologist called it “white coat syndrome”. I would be 25 pts higher with him than with any other doctor. But, after he did the echocardiogram and gave me the results, I would be back to 5-10 pts higher than with my other docs. Definitely stress. Either that or his nurse – definite eye candy. Oh well.
I’ve got it bad. When I first developed hbp about 6 years ago, I was so upset that on each visit my readings were higher and higher. They’d increase the meds, and then when I went home and calmed down I’d faint from low bp - ended up in the ER twice and had to have a bunch of expensive cardiac tests done.
So I bought the top of the line home bp monitor and take a reading every other day, at a different time of day. They don’t even take it at the doc’s office if I’ve brought my records.
But yeah, I hate waiting to make the appt. Then I hate waiting for the appt day to arrive. And sitting in the reception area. And then sitting in the exam room (the absolute worst) And thentrying to read the docs face as to whether he’s got any bad news or not. By the time I’m done, I’m so exhausted that I usually take an entire day off of work so I can crash after.
Wow, I’d kill to have a 7.3 
my last was 12.2! Aww, sadface.
And my (now ex) professor was so mean, he’d always criticise me, and always ask about my weight >< Being a teenage girl, that didn’t help the situation…
Three cans of beer and cigar before entering the doctors office keeps my BP in the normal range. Of course,I cry and throw up a lot while I am in there. LOL
rick phillips
I hate high A1C’s, too. But it motivates me to work harder. This time it was down below 7. Now I can feel good about myself.
I handle ‘white coat syndrome’ by not thinking about it. I meditate on the dial of the sphygmometer.
There’s one thing that can throw it off. I call it ‘candy striper syndrome.’
Terry