Saturday, December 05, 2009
5. My blood sugar goes down to 44. Like, that's not good. More shaking, more eating of everything in the house as well as Orange Juice.
6. Dr says, go down to 32 units. I say to myself, "screw it, going to 30". So far so good. We'll see how it messes with my blood sugar.
Eating a Diabetic diet is a pain in the ass
Take my blood sugar. Write it down in the Blood sugar in the pocket tablet. Write down what I'm going to eat along with the total carbohydrates for that meal.
Take blood sugar. Write it down in the Blood sugar in the pocket tablet. Write down what I'm going to eat along with the total carbohydrates for that meal.
Fix the following:
Piece of Meat (usually chicken or Hamburger patty)
Vegetable (I usually fix frozen okra with onions stirfried together in 1 tsp of EVOO)
If I add Green Beans, then I count the carbs (????) Green Beans are 5 carbs.
Eat more flippin fruit or yogurt. If I want a snack I can eat 10 almonds or cashews. Woo-hoo!
2 hours after, take my blood sugar again, write it down, poke myself in the stomach again with my insulin shot, curse my doctors and my liver and go to bed. However, I do chuckle sometiems because I remember when my ex-brother-in-law would comment on Momma Judd's medical condition when her liver was messed up and she thought she was going to die. He simply would say, "Oh, she'll tour again with Wynonna...it will be called, "My Liver is Better Tour" or maybe, "I'm not Quite So Yellow Tour" I love sarcasm.
This is a weird diet, I'm sorry. I am getting used to it and I go to "class" early next week. As John Lennon would say, Most Peculiar, Momma.
More Musings Later-