I am NOT a doctor, dietician or expert. Do I know everything there is to know about diabetes? Heck no, but I do know what it’s like to live with it.
Friday, March 15, 2013
I Feel Lucky
type 2 diabetes can be frustrating, confusing and just plain awful!But I feel lucky.Sometimes it feels as if I can never figure
out how to live with this disease.Sometimes I want to give up.Sometimes I cry.But I feel
lucky.Yesterday, I felt stupid.
babysitting two of my grandsons all weekend.I didn’t plan ahead very well so I bought some cookies from the store
bakery instead of baking healthier ones here.As I was putting them into Ziploc bags, I ate one.It tasted so good!Then I ate another, and another, and…I lost
track.It was totally mindless!When I came to my senses and realized what I
had done I had this complete feeling of dread.Oh dang, how stupid can I be?I
felt kinda “buzzy”.I was thirsty.I approached my meter with dread.246.I
think that may be a record for recorded glucose readings for me.I may have been higher at some point in my
diabetes life but I may not have tested.
I was going
out to dinner with my daughter and one of my daughters-in-law and I realized
that I probably just tanked any chance of having a nice evening.I didn’t feel well and might not be able to
enjoy a meal out!I inhaled mass
quantities of water and hoped for the best.I continued to check my glucose and saw the number dropping but I was
still concerned.183 at 1 ½ hours, 140
and hour after that. When I checked my
glucose before eating I was so relieved to see 82 on my meter!1 ½ hours after eating – 109.Score!I had a wonderful evening with two very special ladies and had managed
to survive my stupidity without having to avoid eating.I ate a lovely meal and didn’t have glucose
lucky.I obviously have diabetes but my
body also obviously still works on its own, eventually.If you’ve read my blog you know that I don’t
use insulin.Watching what I eat and
drink and making sure to exercise are the only way I can keep from having a
high glucose reading.(I do take
Metformin but that works to prevent my liver from dumping glucose.It doesn’t help me if I eat like an idiot.) The
fact that I have enough insulin and that my cells eventually took care of the
excess glucose leads to my feeling of luckiness.It could be so much worse.
choose to rail against the machine and whine because I can’t “just eat”.I could spend my days in a funk and feel
sorry for myself.I have those days, on
occasion, but for the most part I feel lucky that I have a condition/disease/personal
monster that I can work to control.I
have choices.I feel lucky.