Oh, what to write about. I thought and thought about that, then remembered I’d jotted down some ideas a few weeks ago. After much searching, I found my list. It read: “DA help,” “Mystery w/pump,” and “Cali cooking.” At least, that’s what I think it said. It took me a while to decipher my penmanship.
Darned if I know what any of those scribbles mean. Mentalpause is hell.
You may recall that my blood glucose has been running a bit high. Well, after running in the 200s and 300s, raising and raising and raising my basal rates, cutting back on fat, lowering my carbohydrate consumption, dancing in my chair, and whatever else I could think of, I woke up one morning shaking, sweating, and HUNGRY! And I was only at 60 mg/dl, which usually doesn’t faze me at all.
Yes, I have glucose tablets on my nightstand. No, I didn’t eat any. I was starving and I wanted FOOD. There is nobody as pigheaded as somebody with diabetes who is hypoglycemic. We want what we want and nothing else will do, darn it.
So off I went to the kitchen, where I nabbed a bowl, a box of Frosted Flakes, and milk. I can look at Frosted Flakes and my glucose rises. I was so hungry, I was eating raw Frosted Flakes out of the bowl even as I was pouring the cereal in. I was shaking so much, Frosted Flakes were not only going into the bowl, they were also going all over the counter and the floor. I ate enough to get me over the hump, grabbed a banana and coffee, and went off to the den to snuggle under a warm blankie while I finished breakfast and watched the morning news.
And then I started sneezing. And sniffling. And coughing. And my head began to stuff up. Was that what was behind my high glucose, in addition to the stress? A cold? I thought of something an endocrinologist friend once said to me: “You people are lucky. You know when you’re going to get sick. We just start feeling miserable with no warning.”
Lucky? I don’t know. It’s frustrating. And a low at 60 mg/dl? Rather than tell myself how lucky I was that my hypo awareness was coming back, I was grouching because I didn’t like it: It didn’t feel good.
I still have the lousy cold. In fact, I had to cancel an appointment with my ophthalmologist yesterday morning. I was coughing my lungs out and my eyes were watering so badly my contacts were about to be washed out. I figured (and they concurred) they didn’t want my germs, and watery eyes do not make for a good eye exam.
There are also some allergies in there (where are they coming from this time of year?), as well as a touch of asthma. Maybe a new cleaning preparation of some kind? So my glucose hasn’t come down all the way to where I like it yet. But it’s a lot closer.