One of these days I'm going to stop sabotaging myself.
Any day now, I'm going to take a day full of beautifully in-range blood sugar numbers, and just let them ride into the sunset, happily ever after.
Pretty soon I'm going to be able to tell my daughter "No" to those tempting, evil, BG spike in a box, tubes of greasy wonderfulness... French Fries!
I promise that the next time we're hanging out with friends, and Grace's blood sugar is holding steady at 89 after swimming, and my friend says, "Does anyone want my fries? I'm all done," I promise, promise, PROMISE I won't let Grace have 4. Or maybe I'll just try bolusing for them. Go figure.
Because, it seems, that 4 french fries = a blood sugar reading 1 hour later of 211.
Don't get me wrong... In my summer of sh#@ numbers, 211 actually isn't that bad. It's downright admirable, compared to where we've been the past 3 months. But, my friends, lately things seem to be almost, maybe, about to be, on the road to thinking about stabilizing. And man does it ever piss me off when I go and do something stupid like giving her french fries and not bolusing.
Next time, I'll be more careful. Next time I'll remember that, even though she's a kid first and a diabetic second, I need to be more vigilant.
I HATE when I screw up.
The apache wars by paul hutton
21 hours ago