A life in the day

Well today’s class was about the same as yesterday: not overly painful, but far to slow for me. Too much teaching in a fill-in-the-blanks lecture mode, you know, the style that says, “And the number of sides on a hexagon is …?” with an imploring look and a dragged out final syllable. I wish people wouldn’t think that it is an effective teaching technique. Don’t ask for one-word answers; ask real questions, seek real feedback, and for goodness sake, don’t ask, “Any questions so far?”

The good news is blood sugar. 121 when I got up. 122 at first reading in class, 142 two hours after breakfast, and 95 two hours after lunch!

In the “it never rains, but it pours” category, my sister-in-law Charlotte, was just diagnosed as diabetic too. “Does it run in your family?” “No, but my wife’s family is rife with it.” Okay, it turns out I have four diabetic great-aunts and great-uncles. And a hypoglycemic brother. But we probably would have guessed my wife, Amy, as the likely diabetic given her family’s history.

Blood sugar: Monday pm: 181, Tuesday am: 121.