My nurse from the fertility clinic called today. It seems they were going through the results of the various blood work and tests I’ve had done, and she wanted to make sure I’d been fasting when they did one particular set of blood work, because my glucose levels looked high. I verified that I had fasted on that day, and she said she’d have to talk to the doctor and get back to me, but that he may want to put me on Metformin. Which was one of the options we discussed when I had my initial visit with the doctor.
Unfortunately, I didn’t think to ask her what my fasting glucose level was, and she didn’t get back to me this afternoon. Typing “high fasting glucose” into Google was kind of scary, because all the results I saw make it sound like I’m about to be diagnosed with diabetes. I don’t think that’s actually the case, as insulin resistance and high glucose frequently come along with PCOS. And possible (non-standard) PCOS is one of the diagnoses I’ve gotten. If anything, it just gives me additional motivation to get in shape. But even more, it means there might actually be a tangible reason for my infertility – something to fix, instead of possibilities and maybes. At this point, after all this time, that would mean the world to me.