“If you have all that inflammation, your blood sugar will be high. And if you still have pain then you probably still have inflammation,” Jessica told me after I told her that my morning blood sugar was 225.
This morning wasn’t exceptional in any way. My blood sugar has been out of control since my surgery last Wednesday. Most mornings begin somewhere between 200-250 and the rest of the day is spent chasing my blood sugar down, but it seems as if the glucose meter is broken and won’t go south of 150.
I expected this to happen, but thought I would be able to control it better and that it wouldn’t last this long. I’ve tried different things. On Thursday afternoon I gave in and took Tylenol for the pain. The Tylenol did make me feel better, but still, my blood sugar remained high despite the fact that I was feeling less pain.
Friday morning I decided to set my basal rate to 150%, but that, too, had little effect on my blood sugar levels. It may have allowed me to bolus less, but my blood sugar levels stayed high.
Since my surgery I have cut down even more on the carbs while using way more insulin than I usually do. Normally, I use 17-18 units of insulin a day and now have been using around 25 units.
The first few days the high numbers drove me nuts. I actually told Jessica one day that I would love to have a low. You know you’ve been a diabetic for a long time when you catch yourself saying, “Something in the 40’s would be nice.”
On Monday, feeling a little better physically, I went out on my first walk outdoors since my surgery (a quarter of a mile). While walking, slowly, carefully and a little hunched over I thought about my blood sugar. I wasn’t thinking about my health in that moment, but I was actually worried that these numbers would ruin my next A1c test. I was trying to calculate when I should have my next blood test so that this period wouldn’t affect it.
I tried to tell myself, Don’t be crazy. It makes no difference. You need to heal and get back in shape. A few bad blood sugar days make absolutely no difference in the long run.
But it didn’t do any good, I was in pain, couldn’t get control of my blood sugar and in a bad mood.
Since then my pain has gotten much better. I’m walking around freely and feel like running is around the corner. My mood is back to normal. The only thing that isn’t is my blood sugar. But for some reason it isn’t bothering me that much, since I know that the minute my body feels better, and the inflammation is gone, things will get back to normal. It may even announce itself with a little low.