My day Wednesday started with a BG reading that was practically perfect in every way:
Hard to believe I wound up with 100, since I’ve been major stressed this week. But I took it as a good sign and started on breakfast. Then I went to work.
Move on to lunchtime. Only it wasn’t the normal lunchtime, because everyone at work needed a piece of me yesterday. On top of that, we’re working on a big project that goes live at the end of the month. And a long-awaited vacation is just around the corner, so I’m trying to cross as much off of my list as possible before Friday. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, my BG just before my late lunch was:
I brought my lunch with me, so I was able to eat right away. The salami & cheese sandwich and grapes were very good (but I had to brush after).
Then, of course, I went back to work, and I wound up working like a mad dog. And late too… about two hours late. I walk to the subway after work, about 1/2 mile from the office. By the time I got there, I decided to check to see how I was doing since I was late. The result: 61 mg/dL
I quickly popped a couple of candies that I had in my pocket (not a big fan of glucose tabs), and I was okay for the ride home. Of course, once I made the short drive from the station home, and then took a few minutes to say hello to everyone who was already home, my glucose was… wait for it… 67 mg/dL
A little juice, and some soup and cornbread for dinner. Finally, about 10:00 p.m., I checked one more time before bed:
What’s the moral of this story? Preparation, preparation, preparation. And don’t wait so long to eat. A few years ago, I might not have had anything extra around to help me if I was low at work. Or on my way home. I wouldn’t have stopped to test prior to getting on the train. I would have eaten when I ate, whenever that would be, if I ate at all. All of that adds up to a lot of uncertainty. I’m okay with dealing with things as I go along. But in this case, I’m not sure I would’ve liked the result.