Today has been a storm. A day for stormy glucose rates. A day of testing over and over.
Today, my blood sugar this morning was 186. I was scared…there is no lying if I’m not scared…nope not at all. We aim for my blood sugar in the morning to be under 100. My mom told me not to worry and to really carry on with my life, this was like my first high sugar in literally forever. I went to Heather Barros art camp and when we were having snack I just tested. My glucose was 310. I freaked and screamed in my mind but I couldn’t believe that number on the screen. I bit my lip. I texted my mom telling her this, there was so much texting back and forth. I tested again with an alcohol pad so there was no trace of dirt (though there still kind of was with the powder of the colorful pastels) and it was 322. I grabbed my water bottle and glugged it down. Water makes the blood sugar go down, it’s basically a rinse.
I went back to work and tested at 11:56 and it went down to (dun, dun, dun) 249. Okay, so it must be going down. I had lunch which was a ham and provolone sandwich and took 3 1/2 units of insulin. At 2:17, it was 307. Oh my gosh! Blood sugar is raining down sooo hard!
Then, I went to a dentists appointment and at 3:09 it was 249. We went to KFC getting hot wings, and mashed potatoes with gravy. And my blood sugar went down to 141. Alleluia!
Thanks to the nurse, my mom called them. The nurse had said to test for ketones when it started to climb up and it was negative. She also told us that the pens sort of run out, they don’t work. You have to use it for only a month and then get rid of it. So, any diabetics, if you are reading this, you should do this.
And eventually the wild storm calmed down and it is a sunny and bright peaceful wood.