This is turning out to be a tough week, and it has barely gotten started. I brought it on myself though I suppose so I oughtn’t complain.
Saturday was a busy day, though I can’t recall what we did. I do remember that I was up and about more than usual, so I burned more calories than usual; you’d think that would be a good thing but as events combined it really wasn’t.
Sunday started out as usual – bustling along trying to get ready for church, my wife, grandson and myself, and not be late; this seems to be a normal Sunday for us every other week. On the drive to church I began to feel odd: out of balance, kind of like things were moving very fast, and disoriented. I told my wife I needed to pull over and let her drive, which I did – in a stranger’s driveway.
As she took over, pointing the truck back toward home, I quickly ate three glucose tabs, figuring that my sugar must have dropped. She suggested we go to McDonald’s and get something to eat and I agreed; I needed some protein.
When we got home I check my BG and it was 128, not very high for three glucose tabs I thought. After eating my eggs, sausage and a hash brown I check it again: down to 90 already. I had crashed and was on the way to another had I not gotten the protein in me.
After thinking about it, I’d not eaten much Saturday and in my Sunday morning rush has only had a small bowl of oatmeal, sugar free of course, for breakfast before we left. All these things, including the extra exercise, had piled up on me and caused a nasty drop in my BG level. But this time it had come without the shakes and cold sweats that I normally get as it happens so I was caught unaware of what was going on.
I tried to get my BG levels evened out all day, without much success. And then I made a very poor choice: since my BG was whacked out low I thought having pizza for dinner would work out okay. That was a bad thought!
Now I’ve spent the last two days trying to get it back down again. Both days I’ve been over 100 fasting in the mornings and have been “foggy” which I absolutely hate. Another example of how events can easily pile up to make a mess and then be further worsened by our own poor choices, which reminds me of a Scripture:
There is a way that seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death. (Proverbs 16:25 KJV)
Yup, of my own stupidity, not keeping a close eye on things and making good decisions, I have made myself all but miserable the last few days. Will it be the last time I do that? Probably not. But just maybe I’ll learn something from this and do it less