Somethings brewing in Tunetown! And by Tunetown of course I mean me, and by me I mean this extraordinarily machine (shout out to Fiona Apple) known as my body.
I've been battling elevated blood sugars since Friday, and while I appreciate my body giving me "a heads up" regarding any infection, I'm over both the elevated numbers and elevated insulin intake.
I'm tired of checking my blood sugar every hour to see if my numbers have gone down, and I'm tired of being annoyed when they haven't.
And when I finally get them down, they go down too far- which is something else I'm not real fond of .
I've upped my basal rates twice and it looks like I will be then upping again. Hopefully, 3rd time will indeed be the charm and everything will level out.
I (we) work so hard to maintain good health and good numbers, but at this point- I think it might actually be easier to balance the federal budget.
OK, bitch fit DONE. I will work through this! I will test, and test again until I get the numbers all nice and even like a perfectly baked brick oven pizza. Of course I reference carbs- I've had to steer clear of them for days!
Like you and everyone else who deals with diabetes, I have no choice. This is life after all, and part of life with diabetes is handling ALL the numbers, both the good and the bad.
But once this numbers game is over, I'M HAVING A SLICE OF PIZZA!!!!!