Mysterious (and Evil) Numbers

January 14, 2012 ~ JodiLea

428 is an evil number. It either means 4:28 AM, which is before the butt crack of dawn, or it could be my fasting blood sugar number. This morning it was both.

Like a good diabetic, I injected the usual and a correctional dose of insulin. Problem taken care of? Not even close. At 8:00AM my number was 446. Four hours of zero caffeine and no breakfast, and it goes UP? Where is the damned sugar coming from? Usually extra glucose is produced by the liver when your blood sugar drops too low. 428 is NOT a low number. Maybe my liver is no good at math. Maybe it too, is evil.

All I know is that I should go to the doctor when it’s this high. But since I’m not supposed to drive when it’s this high, I can’t get there without bugging hubby or a girlfriend. Sooo… My plan is to stick my finger at 9:30 and see what the mystery number is. If higher – go to hospital. If lower, sigh relief and then do my errands and chores before the big game this afternoon. While I wait for 9:30, I’m going to drink a gallon of water because I am so thirsty I can’t think!

321. Lower – enough to get out of a hospital visit, but too high to drive. I bum a ride with a girlfriend to our ladies meeting and I’m packing saltines and 7Up in my purse to combat the nausea that happens when blood glucose levels change drastically.

I sure hope my 49ers are having a better morning 😉

Threat Level Rising

September 20, 2011 ~ JodiLea ~ 3 Comments

My day started out well. My blood glucose level was in the desired range and my body was able to move less painfully than usual. I even looked forward to my day at work. The deadline on project A was met and I was free (for a few weeks anyway), to work on project B.

Blue was not the level I left work in, however. I spent hours trying to fix one little bug. To say that I’m stubborn, is like saying the Al Qaeda is not fond of the USA. I spent five hours, out of nine, tweaking and trying again. I could not let it go. I was so focused on the damned thing I forgot to go home on time. This really pissed me off.

I don’t dare start working on the bug-from-Hell tomorrow morning or nothing else will get done, and by the weekend things could reach Level Red.

That would be bad.

Crossing the streams kind of bad.

Not armed, but still dangerous

October 13, 2010November 16, 2010 ~ JodiLea

To myself that is.

This afternoon I began tripping over my own feet (really easy to do when wearing my Shape-ups). I am also smacking into door frames as I enter doorways. I am like this occasionally when my blood sugar is high, or I am in a big hurry.

Since I am not in any hurry, I should do a test and see if I need insulin. Sigh…. Being diabetic means your body runs your life. Adjustments to plans & schedules are not determined by anything I want or decide. My blood glucose level is the boss of me.

And yes, confirmed with a test, my blood sugar (or BS, for short) is high. I know why it is high – I actually ate when I was hungry. Shame on me.

All the finger pricking is a pain in the ass, and I don’t care what the pharmaceutical companies proclaim – it hurts no matter what device they sell you. So… I probably needed some fast-acting insulin when I ate a couple of hours ago. Since dinner is in an hour, and my BS is almost 300 I take action. BS over 250 must be dealt with 2 units of insulin. And every 50 point intervals after that get an extra unit. So I do the math and conclude that 3 units gets loaded into the syringe and I “shoot up”.

My snack was a handful of crackers and a piece of cheese, so my BS must have been high to start with. I would have known this if I just pricked my finger and bled on a stick, but not me – I was hungry and I just ate something. I should (and do) know better.

I do not have to eat to raise my BS either. I could be coming down with a little cold and it goes up. I could be stressed out (when am I not???) and it goes up. My hormone levels disturb it, as much as they do my husband. Business meetings & travel really jack up the BS numbers.

So I must warn you: Don’t piss me off, because I could go into a coma…..