If you have been following along on my recent adventures, you know that I moved into a new apartment a few weeks ago. Unpacking the first few boxes were easy. Books go on the bookshelf, movies go in the entertainment center, you get the idea. Then it got interesting. In the hurry to leave my old apartment, I had several boxes that should have just been labeled miscellaneous. Those involved a bit more creativity to find a place for everything.
As I was unpacking one of the miscellaneous boxes I ran across a slip of paper that looked vaguely familiar. Yes, this was the killer paperwork I was referring to in this post. I had planned to take a picture of it for this entry, but sometime between finding it and now, I managed to lose it again. I hope it shows up before another 7 years goes by, but I fear that I may have accidentally thrown it out this time.
The story is still good though so I will try to tell it without the picture. It took me a minute to figure out what I was looking at anyway. It was just a list of dates with numbers beside them.
You see, just like many Type 1 diabetics diagnosed later in life, my diagnosis story is somewhat complicated. About nine months before this paper came into existence I was diagnosed with diabetes (type unknown) in urgent care when I came in with a kidney infection. I was given ZERO education, ZERO follow-up, ZERO medication, one meter, and told by my GP to come back in if I got really sick or pregnant.
Fast forward a few months, I was of course very sick. In the back of my mind I knew it had to be something related to the diabetes. I made an appointment to see my doctor. In advance of the appointment, I decided to start writing down my blood glucose results. See, even back then I knew logging was important!
I never actually got to see my doctor that day, and as a result of what happened have NEVER seen him again. His physicians assistant was the person who came into my exam room that day.
The ink on the paper was a shade of pink; I must have been out of black ink that week (oh the life of a college student). It had about two blood glucose results each day for about a week and a half recorded on it. The lowest number on the paper was right around 250 mg/dL and the results went up from there 400 500 600 and on.
When my A1c was finally tested, it came back at 12.6, which means I was living over at least 300 mg/dL for quite some time.
That impressive piece of paper earned me a post-it note from the PA with the number for an endocrinologist on it. I made the next available appointment, which was several days away. I was in the emergency room within 24 hours exhibiting signs of the severe DKA that had been making me sick for a while. I was gasping for breath and could feel my heart racing.
The doctor told me that if I had waited for the endocrinologist appointment, there was a chance I would not have actually made it to that appointment. Putting new meaning to the words killer paperwork.
Now dont you wish I could find that paper now?!
In other paperwork news, I finally got the results back from getting my antibodies tested. More to come on that soon!