Okay, said my diabetologist after frowning at her screen. Half an hour ago, a doctor’s assistant had extracted a large drop of blood from my earlobe. The values were shit. Fasting sugar at 240 milligrams per deciliter, long-term sugar (HbA1c) at 9.0 percent glucose in hemoglobin. In the first case, half would have been acceptable, in the second, anything under 6.5 – well, she would have turned a blind eye until seven, after all, I’m a diabetic. But like this… She looked at me for a long time. Finally nodded. And said, “I think you’re ready now.”
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