I finished a book this weekend, which is something I’m quite proud of, given that the time I have allotted for leisurely reading is late in the evening when my eyes are fighting with me to close them and just go to sleep already. Kyle took the kids outside to enjoy the beautiful weather, while I relaxed on the couch with the breeze blowing through the windows, the sunlight warming me, and the promise of at least an hour of no interruptions (I probably should have slept, but I was desperate to finish).

I made it outside later in the afternoon to play with the bubble wand (I love spinning around in a circle with it, while the kids attempt to catch and pop the dozens of soapy globes it makes) and watch the kids run all over the backyard with the release of energy only children are capable of emitting. I didn’t feel right, though. My head was fuzzy and pounding and I was nauseous….high blood sugar. I went inside declaring that I didn’t feel well. My sugar was 209, which is high but I’ve been higher. I must have been spilling ketones, but I didn’t have any testing strips on hand to find out (adding those to the shopping list). I bolused and laid down on the couch. I felt terrible. The nausea was overwhelming and I could barely open my eyes. It took over an hour for the “cloud” to lift, and I tested at 119. Moments like that scare me, because they remind me that my blood sugar has a profound effect on my quality of life. When my numbers are good, I’m good…when they’re not, it pretty much speaks for itself.

I haven’t blogged about running lately, but that’s just because I’ve been running for enjoyment with no training plan involved so there isn’t anything exciting to report (other than the pure joy it gives me to run for running’s sake). That will all change in a few short weeks when training begins and the speed work, interval training, and mid-week long runs start kicking my butt. I’m anxious and nervous, but I’m also curious to find out if all the hard work will make a difference…we’ll see.

This post is becoming a random mess, but I have to report that my grandma is in the hospital. We don’t have any information about what is wrong with her yet, but they are doing the testing as I type this. I’m not a religious person, but I am desperately praying that she is going to be ok. There is so much in my life that I take for granted…I guess we all do.