Hi BT ) Because I got a 4.8 last nite and I will not let this go
This is not simply the reading but far more to test my theory that pre bed exercise works wonders for my following morning figures.
To test that, I ate some small pieces of 85% dark chocolate, some double thick dream and some full fat yoghurt post dinner and @ 2 hours ? ... Up I went to 7.7. More pavement smashing for 20 minutes and back down to 7.1.
I MUST know what works for me and what doesn't. That is just me
Mike
...... and Bluetit ..... my wife is on your side ........ she reckons I'm over the top on this
Might listen to my MUCH better half.
Thanks for the statins advice too
OK, Mike. Sit down and listen to your Auntie AndBreathe.
Trust me on this one, you will
never be able to justify every reading you get. Diabetes just doesn't work that way. We may know what we've eaten, drunk, and the exercise we've taken, but there are just soooooo many variables at play,
and, the big D just seems to throw a curved ball every now and then. Oh, and don't forget the allowable variances in meter/strips.
Every now and then I think I'm getting to a great place mentally (and I generally don't do so badly), then something happens and the meter reads an unhappy number. I actually say things like, "Oh, how odd. I'll just move on and worry if I get too many of those", but Mr B tells me that sometimes my eyes say something more like "What the heck is all that about, )(%£^, *£^$^ !!??!!"
We need to find a level of acceptance. Of not knowing everything. We think because we can measure that we can measure, analyse and review and make sense every time. The diabetes fairy, however, knows differently.
And one final thing, which is most important of all. Our loved ones need to see us achieving that level of acceptance. This thing isn't a solo sport. Those we live with and love are on a journey too. Watching someone we love suffer is very difficult, and I am trying very had to ease that situation for Mr B. He has been my greatest support and supporter, and I'm trying very hard not to (needlessly) put him through any more than absokutely necessary.
I know you care very deeply for Mrs D, so maybe just try to think on the foregoing a little further.
It's tough. It's rubbish. But, how we cope can be in our own hands. Please try to find a way of cutting yourself some slack.