Once again, there was little sleep last night because of continuing pains in the legs and feet. Thanks, neuropathy. Anyhow, managed about four hours. Waking up to the voice of my wife, I managed to spit out a few words that - at the time and especially in hindsight - didn't make complete sense. Sensing something was wrong, I pulled myself out of bed and stumbled downstairs to the kitchen. A blood test revealed a common number: 49, which is becoming a more frequent happening these days for some reason (push for tight control?). 
So, I went for the new juiceboxes Suzi had bought the night before. Of course, in my low state, the airtight transparent sealing wouldn't rip off. The nearby knife holder offered some hope, and I took the smallest one there and sliced away. This, as should have been expected, resulted in a puncture wound in the juice box. Apple juice proceeded to leak all over the counter. Should have foreseen this happening. Suzi came down and rescued me, demanding I fetch a bowl or cup to catch the escaping juice. I did. That's when we made the comment and shared a laugh at how it looked like the juicebox was peeing. Hey, mornings are crazy enough without low sugars.
Headed upstairs to get ready for work, as I was now running late. Jumped in the shower and - again - shuddered from the coldness. But the warmth of rising blood sugars soon returned.
Reactions aren't fun, but this again wasn't bad as I caught it before it progressed into the rambling/drunkenness-without-alcohol stage. A positive from all this is I'm seeing some consistency in my nighttime and morning readings, albeit lower than they should be. The 49 number happened twice in two days about 8 a.m., coming after 3 a.m. tests in the mid-to-high 100s and bedtime readings much too high. Now, the mystery of navigating this blood sugar puzzle continues and I throw that proverbial dart at the magic number and hope to hit the bullseye. At least I'm getting closer.
So, I went for the new juiceboxes Suzi had bought the night before. Of course, in my low state, the airtight transparent sealing wouldn't rip off. The nearby knife holder offered some hope, and I took the smallest one there and sliced away. This, as should have been expected, resulted in a puncture wound in the juice box. Apple juice proceeded to leak all over the counter. Should have foreseen this happening. Suzi came down and rescued me, demanding I fetch a bowl or cup to catch the escaping juice. I did. That's when we made the comment and shared a laugh at how it looked like the juicebox was peeing. Hey, mornings are crazy enough without low sugars.
Headed upstairs to get ready for work, as I was now running late. Jumped in the shower and - again - shuddered from the coldness. But the warmth of rising blood sugars soon returned.
Reactions aren't fun, but this again wasn't bad as I caught it before it progressed into the rambling/drunkenness-without-alcohol stage. A positive from all this is I'm seeing some consistency in my nighttime and morning readings, albeit lower than they should be. The 49 number happened twice in two days about 8 a.m., coming after 3 a.m. tests in the mid-to-high 100s and bedtime readings much too high. Now, the mystery of navigating this blood sugar puzzle continues and I throw that proverbial dart at the magic number and hope to hit the bullseye. At least I'm getting closer.
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And I definitely giggled when reading your "peeing apple juice" perception. :)
-- Kerri.
Mom