Just the past five hours.
Do you have any idea how much work I planned on doing in those five hours?
Any guesses on how much I actually got done?
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.
“Diabetes is like being expected to play the piano with one hand while juggling items with another hand, all while balancing with deftness and dexterity on a tightrope”— Marlene Less, 1983
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