Making The Low Go

Blood Sugar: 103

Next up on the daily diabetes blog post...which is significantly behind like 4 days!!! The criteria calls for "your favorite way to treat a low." My favorite way to treat a low is to over-treat it apparently, because that is what I ALWAYS do. When I was young, I remember going low and stumbling to the kitchen and not being able to figure out how to make a sandwich or a bowl of cereal....Pesky lows that leave me confused and scared are my least favorite. I have a pretty decent low-tolerance and can fully function at 60, although I don't like letting it go there, but after 60 you just never know what's going to happen...You could find me lying in the kitchen floor wondering why I am there, or maybe looking at the bread and the bologna and trying to make that "thing with the bread and the bologna"...Yes, I've had that conversation with my husband.

Recently, my favorite fix is an overloaded bowl of Fruity Pebbles. I love Fruity Pebbles and I don't care who knows it, but I rarely eat them because I found that the serving size of the cereal rarely matches the serving size of the milk and the whole bowl just becomes a bitter disappointment...but when I'm low, I just pour cereal and milk until it almost doesn't fit in the bowl anymore! I also keep a stash of glucose tabs that I'm not afraid to use. A lot of people complain about the chalky taste, but I just call them candy and I'm fine. I especially like the fruit punch flavored ones from Wal-Mart and have heard that the sour apple kind found at Sam's Club is also tasty, so I'll have to check that out.

So with this kind of regimen going on, I can safely say that I have never treated a low blood sugar without a significant spike later...which is much easier to deal with now that I am on the OmniPod, but still a real pain in the butt.

Yesterday's Debacle

Blood Sugar: 211

So I'm still dealing with the ramifications of yesterday afternoon. I ended up leaving work early yesterday. I got home at 5PM and went to bed and finally got up this morning. I feel better, but I'm trying to figure out what happened yesterday. It's hard to back-track and figure things out, but I'm going to have to...to keep from doing it again. I was a major cranky pants last night too and no one was safe from my wrath! I hate being like that. It's nobody's fault really and if I had to blame someone I would have to blame myself, right? So why take it out on everyone else? It's a pity and was a wasted night...today should be better. So As you could see, my sugar is still elevated this morning from yesterday. Why can't carb counting be easier? I'm pretty sure that was the central part of yesterday afternoon's demise. Today will be better. It will.

Ugh.

Blood Sugar: 172 Thankfully!

I don't know what craziness is going on inside my body today...but I've had a really crappy afternoon. I ate my normal lunch around one and by 2:30 I was going low and dropping. So I'm at my desk popping glucose tabs and checking my blood sugar every 15 minutes. I hate days like this because it feels like you're never going to recover from it. I'm so tired now and instead of doing a full bolus, I dropped it in half because I don't want it to come down too fast again. Why does this happen? Now I'll have the inevitable highs for the rest of the evening. How do you spell frustration? D-I-A-B-E-T-E-S