Well, not the whole day.
Just the past five hours.
Do you have any idea how much work I planned on doing in those five hours?
A lot.
Any guesses on how much I actually got done?
Not much.
I’m blaming diabetes.
I was looking forward to a productive afternoon. Then I goofed something up for my post-basketball lunch.
By the time I got home I was already feeling the drag of a high blood sugar. But I was surprised by just how high it was (460’ish mg/dl). I don’t know about you guys, but once I hit a certain level of high, my blood sugar gets really stubborn. An insulin sensitivity calculation for 200 mg/dl doesn’t work as well for 400 mg/dl. (Anyone know the science behind that? Why does it work that way?)
It takes a long time to recover from a high blood sugar.
I couldn’t focus on anything, couldn’t find words I was looking for inside my head, couldn’t keep my eyes open.
I just kept watching the clock slide around and around, and worried about all of the work I was supposed to be doing.
