A nurse tested Nate's blood glucose level, turned around, and walked out without a word. When the doctor came back in, I wanted to run away...
Category: Personal
I was hallucinating with a blood sugar hovering around 20 mg/dl. We fixed it with Welch’s grape juice and sat in the living room listening to the ocean...
I no longer view counting carbohydrates as a diabetic obligation, but instead a responsibility I take on to ensure I’m fueled for my powerlifting training...
The place where instability shows up, not as a feeling, but as something concrete, is in my blood sugar numbers.
...these were men who knew about hard things, Spike in World War II, Charlie in World War I, my dad as an immigrant slipping away from Poland on a merchant ship - they understood sacrifice, but giving up beer because of "sugar," that seemed to stump them...
“This seems to be type 1, and not gestational diabetes,” my new endocrinologist said, “and we’re treating two patients here: you and your baby.”
My blood sugar reading was 44 mg/dl...I had run out of glucose tablets and Lucozade Sport – a glucose drink that I depend on for low blood sugars...
Two months ago, I hopped into my car, feeling fine, drove an hour down to San Antonio, confidently walked into the research center, and had a fasting blood sugar level of 263...
“You know, it’s the funniest thing,” I’d say at lunch, wolfing down a turkey club with extra mayonnaise. “I’m feeling a little thirsty. Is anyone else feeling, you know, a little thirstier than normal?”
I woke up drenched in sweat, the sheets cold and clammy beneath me. I grabbed my phone and stumbled down the stairs, gripping the walls for support. Subconscious reflex led me to unlock the front door after I made it down the stairs.