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November 21, 2005 Diabetes Log Day 1 
12:30 am--Woke up with a big low--shaky, sweaty and disoriented. Staggered down to kitchen to eat six rolls of rocket candies and two double-stuffed oreos. 6:00--Frances wakes up. 3:05: Crap. My parents came over with a plate of Christmas cookies for Frances to watch the parade. Of course Frances can't eat an entire plate of cookies--though she'll try--so I have a few, and estimate one unit of insulin each. 5:15 Supper, and too close to the snack to be able to reliably test my blood sugar. Well, that's not entirely true: I could test and then do the complicated math (half of the shot dissipates in one hour, then a quarter in the second hour, so figure out how long it's been and how much your shot was to determine how much insulin is left in your system and how much that will bring your sugar down--tired yet?--and moreso, it never worked for me anyway). And I'm already so tired from the long night, Erik being sick all day yesterday so I was on single-parent duty, and then a weekend's worth of chores and errands crammed into one day--so I don't do the math, and I guess for supper. One bowl of pasta with sauce and parmesan cheese, 4 units. ONe more unit for a cookie for desert. Does this blow my perfect diabetic cover, or what? 6:30--sugar going a bit low. Have a small slice of banana bread to bring it up. Also--sneezing again. Please god, not another cold. Not only is it exhausting in its own right, making it difficult to do all the diabetes work necessary (testing and counting and waiting, oh my!) but it makes my sugars so unpredictable. 10:10--blood sugar 4.9. I guessed right. Time for bed. Posted by Andrea at November 21, 2005 7:55 AM under Pins and Needles EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments I am sorry for the rough day--but were the cookies good? Posted by: Running2Ks at November 21, 2005 2:32 PM
I'm exhausted just reading this. Now I know how Francis is so wonderfully cheerful. If you can keep up the lovely attitude and happy moods while dealing with all of this, think of how that same attitude holds up in a beautifully healthy toddler. She must be bouncing off the walls with JOY!!! Posted by: halloweenlover at November 21, 2005 2:35 PM
R2K--YES! Dammit. LOL Halloweenlover--Really? And here the whole time I was writing it I thought, god I sound like a wimp. Posted by: Andrea at November 21, 2005 2:38 PM
A wimp?? Hardly. I'm trying to imagine what it would cost me (in terms of mental effort and emotional misery) if I had to do calculations to account for every cookie I ate. Oy. Posted by: Phantom Scribbler at November 21, 2005 8:00 PM
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