No, not a line from a bad vampire film, nor even some sort of B grade porno. This, dear readers, is what the woman at the blood lab at Waitakere Hospital said to me as I turned up with my forms for more bloods yesterday. I couldn’t believe it!!

I think she must have felt bad (my VERY curt response of “That’s EXACTLY what you want to hear from someone who’s about to take blood from you” may have made her think), because after that she tried to make nice and talk to me about my son and her grandson, etc, but boy oh boy was that a bad way to start! This is almost as bad as the bloodlab woman (a phlebotomist, if I’m being proper) who was charged with taking a blood sample when I was 16 to determine if I was type 1 or type 2. She said “oh, type 1 – I couldn’t handle doing all those injections”. Again, just what I felt like hearing after three days of poking and prodding and being told in my teens that I’d be doing injections multiple times a day for the rest of my life.

Anyway, after all my dreading about my HbA1c and all your lovely reassuring messages that it wouldn’t be as bad as I thought, it turns out you guys were right! I couldn’t believe it… HbA1c of 6.7%. I thought the specialist was having me on. I was seriously expecting about 8.3% and hoping I might slide in just under 8…. I have no idea how I did this. I have spent hours on 14s. I’ve had a couple of cannula failures. I’ve had about four weeks of totally unpredictable highs which took hours to correct each time. And I’ve been a tad laxer with my diet. But – I’ll take it!

And – by the way. The vampire lady was not kidding. She took another nine vials of blood from me (this is additional to the ones I had done on Monday for HbA1c etc). Was a little wobbly on my feet on the way out!