It's a wonderful world, some clown wrote a song about one time. Sure, it is, depending on which way you look at it. No, I am only being a smart alec, it really is a wonderful world. My diabetes has been running riot for a day or two, and making me feel like crap. Somehow, so far today, I feel great, and I am five points on the scale. Wonderful! Normal, or what passes for normal with me for the first time in three days, it has been up around the ten mark, and, I've found, if I go over about seven all through the day, I am hopeless. All this from one ( or maybe three!) chocolate biscuits on a day when I started on seven.
Serves me right, I know the disease better than that. I can have ONE chocolate biscuit every three days, without damage( this I know, I have experimented and know the consequences) not three in one day. My stupid and stubborn streak will cause me a real damage one day. It already has done so, once.
I am so grateful that I have been non Insulin-dependant for eight years, only diet/tablet/exercise controlled, why did I push the odds? Because I have a self-destruct button that I love to hit every now and then, just to see what it does. Talk about going through a second(third, fourth, whatever!) childhood. At fifty eight, it's time I grew out of that habit. Then again, I still chew my fingernails on odd occasions.
But I have survived another round of self inflicted stupidity, so I am happy.
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