Feeling weird.
Maybe I’m low?
What will I eat? Maybe I’ll have some chocolate milk? Or how about some of the kids Halloween stash? The list of things I might use to treat this suspected low is already flying around my head. My mouth is already starting to salivate.
I reach over to the nightstand and grab my test kit. Get the strip, insert it into the meter, poke my finger and apply the sample. Within 5 seconds I have my result.
186 mg/dl.
Huh?
Well, I’m not low, that’s for sure!
But is it a bad sign that I’m a little disappointed because I don’t have to (get to?) go and indulge my sweet tooth?
Once again I recognize the irritating link between elevated blood sugars and the urges to eat.
