Since Friday I have been in my target range every time I checked my BG! So awesome! I have taken everyone’s advice and kept tight records of everything. Also I have been adamant about my carb counting and apparently, it is paying off.
Although I must share a strange moment that occurred early this morning around 2. I awoke in a pool of sweat but I noticed a very strange feeling in my head as if I was dreaming. I immediately figured I must be super low. I sat up very slowly, turned on my light, grabbed my machine, woke up my wife, and popped open the lid to the glucose tabs all at once it seemed. My wife went to the kitchen to get me some carbs to last me through the night while I took a few tabs and got my machine ready to test.
I easily slid the strip in the machine and hit a major artery on the first try so that was good because I hate it when no blood comes out when I am in semi-panic mode.
I closely watched the blood get sucked up into the strip and watched the countdown to status begin.
“I am going to die from this disease. This is going to kill me. This sucks, I hate this shit!”
“What did I do wrong? I should have had a snack, I am such an idiot”
“What would I do if I were alone, I would be screwed. Thank God my wife said yes to me”
“I am seriously going to die from this. My poor kids. This sucks.”
“I am so done with this. I am tired. Why do I even care?”
How can my brain be filled with so many thoughts in such a short amount of time?
I apologize if this post went from positive to negative but that is life I guess, not just life with Diabetes.