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It would be nice if, for the sake of my blood sugar, every day were exactly the same. I’d wake up at the same time, eat the same breakfast, lunch and dinner, spend the same amount of time sitting in class and exercising, go to bed at exactly the same time every day, and of course take the same amount of insulin at the same time every single day. Presumably, this would be equal perfect blood sugar with no surprises, no variables, no funny meals that have hidden carbs or workouts in the gym that were less than average, leaving me with an extra high blood sugar afterward. Okay…wait…back to reality: life is unpredictable! And geez, I’m glad, because the same thing day in and day out would be horribly boring. The downside to this, though, is that we’re constantly trying to balance our blood sugars between it all. And it gets frustrating, because one day I’ll have a yogurt before yoga class and my blood sugar is at 140 an hour later (I like that), and the...
Everybody does it...or at least that's what I told myself. I'd gotten away with doing it for several months: purposefully letting my blood sugars run high because I hate having lows . I'd developed this bad habit one year ago, during a summer where I was filling all of my free time with mile-long runs to the gym where I'd spend at least an hour weight lifting, taking yoga classes three times a week and jiu-jitsu classes twice a week. That all sounds dandy for a healthy diabetic, but the problem was that I was trying so hard to never go low that I was far too often running a regular 200+ blood sugar. We all know a low blood sugar in the middle of a run or a jiu-jitsu class basically puts a big RED LIGHT on the activity. My other issue was that jiu-jitsu classes were so intense that I was worried I wouldn't be able to feel the low blood sugar symptoms until it was too late, so I compensated in the most unhealthily way: a decent-sized bowl ...
My efforts to manage my blood sugar and be a good parent collided last night. Here's what happened:
First of all, some background information. Yesterday Sienna received her six month immunizations. The check-up went well; she's growing perfectly and developing normally. Getting shots always puts her in a little bit of a funk. So, by around 7:00 p.m. she was getting fussy and tired. I'd just enjoyed a delicious bran muffin after going for a walk with my mom and Sienna.
I knew my blood sugar was on the high side, so I tested in anticipation of dinner. My blood sugar was 233 mg/dl. Oops! I bolused 2 ½ units of insulin as we were planning a low carb dinner of homemade cheeseburgers. Dennis and I attempted to feed Sienna some milk and then some oatmeal, both of which she mostly refused. She was getting more tired and fussy by the minute.
"Okay," I announced. "Let's just get her in bed and then make our dinner."
The memory of the recent bolus hit me, ...
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