A couple of months ago. It’s in normal range, but that’s because I’ve lost a whole mess of weight, started running around like crazy, watch my diet, and take metformin.
I found out about my diabetes three years ago, in a strange way – I mentioned to a friend that my feet were always hurting, but that they were kind of numb. (Which seemed a strange combination, thus the mention.) She said that was a sign of diabetes and brought me her monitor. My blood sugar was nearly 400. The doctor that I kinda-rushed-to said that I’d probably had it for at least five years, for it to be that high.
So I asked my regular doctor to check my records. Gosh, I’d had lots of lab tests in the last five years. Guess what. None were for something as simple as blood sugar. And my last few visits had been for a recurring underarm fungus thing (sorry, yecch, but true).
I was oh-so-surprised, given that I’d been Over Forty for nine years, was Fat and Female, had Family history, and Fungal infections. Yeah, now that I had diabetes, I’d done some reading.
I wish I had not assumed that my doctor would think to check my blood sugar, and that I had taken responsibility for my own health, and had asked, since I was having a blood workups done anyway, that he have the lab run a blood sugar test.
I’m not mad at my doctor, but I have switched doctors.