My diabetes made certain that I was aware of it’s presence for World Diabetes Day today. I woke up to Kade screaming “mom” at 2:15 and had the familiar mouth full of cotton, Sahara desert thirst that signifies a sky-high blood sugar, but I didn’t want to test because I’m conserving my last bottle of test strips (insurance won’t pay for the refill until Saturday), so I took Kade to the potty, tucked him in, and crawled back in bed hoping my sugar would come down within the next few hours. It didn’t. I woke up at 5:00 at 324…ugh, and I was heading out for a run so I decided to take 1 unit of insulin and only turned my basal rate down to 20% instead of the usual 10% I run with. We had 5 miles planned, and the last time this happened I ran 4 miles and ended up at 55…not good, so I ate 2 Clif blocks at mile 2.5 thinking that would prevent a low. By mile 4, I was struggling…dying of thirst, wishing the run was over, and thinking I must be high….I finished the 5-miler and tested…66…why can’t I figure this thing out? I ate 2 more Clif blocks and walked home (it really sucks to have to consume the same amount of calories you just burned…kind of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?).

It was my turn to parent help at Kade’s preschool today so our morning was beyond hectic trying to get everyone (including myself) ready and out the door in time. I tested before breakfast at 149, and took my coffee with cream with me so I could sip on it throughout the morning to prevent going low in the middle of story time. I survived the morning…relieved that my home contains only one preschooler…not 12. We get in the car to go home and I attempt to test and get the Er-5 message…great…a wasted test strip that I couldn’t afford to lose (each one is worth $1 and I usually test at least 8 times a day), so I try another one…126. Good.

We went to pick Liv up at our neighbor’s (she graciously watched her while we were at school, along with her own 2 children who are 2 and 1, and an 8 month old that she babysits…she’s amazing) and Kade was so happy to get to play there for a little while. Once home, we ate lunch, cleaned up, I laid Liv down, Kade and I read for an hour, and I managed to get him to take a nap. I figured I had about an hour before Liv would wake up, and I was exhausted, so I settled in on the couch and was out within 5 minutes. Next thing I know it’s 2 hours later. I haven’t had a 2 hour nap since before Liv was born…it was awesome. The only problem…it was 4:30 and I hadn’t started the lasagna I had planned for dinner so when Kyle called on his way home from work I had him pick up pizza.

Considering that my blood sugar was 197 before dinner, which consisted of every diabetic’s nightmare…pizza, and my current reading of 372, I’ll be battling to bring it down the rest of the night…oh well, at least I’m aware.