A large drop in blood sugar this morning. I wonder if that has to do with with eating dinner early and having no snack later, or if I ate better yesterday, or if the medicine (Glucotrol) is to some extent cumulative, or, most likely, if this is just part of the vagaries of my personal biology.
I feel like a daytrader, attuned to every minute change in some silly indicator.
Amy was talking about this with someone who told her that stress often brings on diabetes. I wonder if the last six month of working at DST Output was partly responsible.
Children: I’ve talked to Teddy about this already. He understands that diabetes is going to mean changes for the entire family, especially as I do most of the cooking. But I don’t think it’s sunk in entirely. I’m worried that he might get too worried about me. I don’t know how to explain that my diabetes is not life-threatening. If he hasn’t thought along those lines, I don’t want to suggest it and make him worry, but if he is brooding about it, I want to reassure him right away. And he’s eight. Kayleigh isn’t even five; I really don’t have a clue how much to explain to her. Both kids have seen enough animals die to be concerned by death. And Teddy worries about every sniffle in an animal; I think he’s a little afraid to get close to another animal that might die on him.
Blood sugar: Sunday pm: 238, Monday am: 157.