|Great conversation around the table.|
|Bucket refusing to let me take his picture.|
|My husband, who always has something to say.|
|My daughter, who decided she wanted to go blonde.|
|Not sure why Tiger came out blurry.|
|And Brody the dog, in a turkey coma.|
I woke up with high blood sugar, 210. I was kind of surprised until I thought back on what I'd had for dinner. A burger with barbecue sauce (loaded with sugar even though I only used a teaspoon), and a slice of pumpkin pie with homemade whipped cream. Sugar, sugar, sugar. So I decided to have only an Atkins shake for breakfast and wait for Thanksgiving. I then proceeded to stuff my face. I had meatballs, cheese, garlic mashed potatoes, half a sweet potato, stuffing, turkey, gravy and green beans and biscuits with butter.
My sugar spiked to 247 after dinner and I decided I should go for a walk to try and bring those levels down. Did I mention I didn't take my meds? I went for a 20 minute walk, came back and tested again. 274. This is not good; your sugar should go down after you exercise, not go up. I took a 30 minute break and tested again. 298. OH CRAP. I have never...I mean EVER seen my sugar this high. I grabbed Mr. R and told him I had to go home RIGHT NOW I needed my meds or else I would need a trip to the emergency room for an insulin infusion.
We got right home, and I took my meds. Within one hour, I had dropped down to 224. Phew. I ate a small snack of a piece of turkey and now I"m holding steady. Funny thing is, I can't feel when my blood sugar goes up. I can only tell when it's going down because I feel like I'm going to faint. I have been trying for quite some time to control my diabetes with diet only, and natural meds like cinnamon tablets and alpha lipoic. Well, I think my body must have gotten used to it, because it's definitely not working like it used to. I want to wake up with my sugar around 100-110, not 200! I hate Metformin which is the first drug diabetes tend to get. It gave me the worst diarrhea I've ever had in my life, to the point where I could not control my own bowels and did far more laundry than a grown woman should. I called it "The Devil's Colon."
Anyway, I have an appointment with a doctor on Monday and hopefully I will get some answers on my diabetic issues. Have a safe and wonderful Thanksgiving.