Sugar Sugar

317 Yeah. It’s time to change out that insulin.

After a two hour MA class. I am a minor god.

I biked down to the local Walmart to get out of the house and wander around looking for a bike headlamp and backlight, since I’ll be biking home from MA class in the dark. I stopped by a cheap local diner for lunch (yes, I’m poor, and here I am spending $8 on lunch. Anyway).

About to head out the door to MA class. Had to adjust my dinner insulin to compensate. Last time, I tried subtracting 2 units, and had a low during class and another around 2am. So this time I’m subtracting 3 units and eating a graham cracker right before bed. Thing is, when I went to

That oatmeal raisin cookie in the pastry case at Boston Stoker downtown may *look* like the Healthiest, Lowest-Carb option of the lot, but it’s going to take a lot more than three units of insulin to cover it… But boy was it good. Happy Friday.

There’s nothing more annoying than having to carb-up after working out because your sugar’s low.

I know my numbers are going to be “off” when I travel, but for some reason this particular con had me running particularly high numbers (I was 313 at lunch today. 313! I haven’t seen a number that high since my pizza splurge at Christmas!). I blame some of that on the dessert thing last

Ian asked me yesterday if diabetes hurts. The short answer to that is: if you don’t monitor it like an SOB, yeah, it hurts, and it eventually breaks you down and kills you. As does life. So. When my sugar runs high (above 180 or 200) for a few hours in a day, I have

Numbers for the last four days: 926765 10665102 93108113 989490 For the record, getting these numbers back on track has been a fucking bitch. I’ve been forcing myself to get up before 9am (which I should have been doing anyway), which helps fight off the higher morning numbers – I take my meal insulin before