The first thing I do in the morning is test my blood sugar level. Absurd, isn’t it? I mean most people roll out of bed and either hit the shower or grab a cup of coffee, tea, or soda. Me? I test my blood sugar. This morning was no different. I went straight to the bathroom and tested.
The tiny blood glucose meter shined back at me. My wife who always asks what my reading is (for safety purposes mind you) was stunned. “What happened?” she asked.
“I ate too much last night.” I replied, now a little grumpy.
My wife starts to chuckle. “Well I guess what Nicholas told you was true. You had too much food on your plate.” (My youngest son kindly said that I had too much food on my plate last night at dinner.)
Now I’m really grumpy and my wife notices the change in my voice. She humbly apologizes, knowing a little salt was just rubbed into my wound. I quickly took a correction and proceeded to get ready for the day. It wouldn’t be so bad, but I’m really striving to lower my A1c, from a 6.4 to a 6.0. I want to keep my blood sugar levels between 80-100 just to prove if it can possibly be done. I constantly notice that my body does so well when I keep my blood sugars at a constant 100.
However, the more I strive to maintain those tight numbers, the more perfection may take its toll. The more I push the pendulum toward perfection, the more moody I get when those blood sugar numbers aren’t perfect. This, in turn, affects everyone. Family, friends, co-workers, are all affected by my emotional carnage. Is there a way around it? Heck, I know there are many diabetics out there that shrug off a 220. But I can’t. I have too much at stake. (retinopathy)
I want to do well at this game and if it means going the extra mile to keep my organs healthy, then I just might do it. I just need to remember to keep a cool head through all this and be at peace with those around me.
Of course it wouldn’t hurt to hear the godly words of a 10 year-old boy every now and then either. 😀