Sugar, Sugar
from Kameron Hurley @ Brutal Women 04 Oct 2006 9:34 am
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Through trial and error, and a lot of low days, I learned that when I wake up in the morning, before I do my weights, I need to test my sugar and take 1 unit less of insulin that I'd usually take. So if I'm at, say, 109, I take 2 units instead of 3.
Weight lifting makes my sugar go up, so taking those units helps ease some of the sugar spike. This does mean, however, that an hour later, when I have breakfast, I have to take 1.5 units less of insulin than I would if I hadn't taken the insulin earlier.
Problem is, when I'm stressed and tired at 6:30 AM, I do stupid things. Like this morning, when I read "99" on the machine and dutifully dosed myself with 3 units instead of 1.5
Goddammit.
At least the low comes at a predictable time when this happens: when I'm on the stairway leading from the train up into the station at work. Not a *convienent* time, mind you, but a predictable one. And it meant I spent about a half hour being dopey and bitchy to Cyllia, the secretary, who was asking a bunch of questions about some projec thing we're doing right when I got in the door while I was still having a bitchy, irritable low.
I hate that being stupid and tired makes me easier to kill now, you know?
Weight lifting makes my sugar go up, so taking those units helps ease some of the sugar spike. This does mean, however, that an hour later, when I have breakfast, I have to take 1.5 units less of insulin than I would if I hadn't taken the insulin earlier.
Problem is, when I'm stressed and tired at 6:30 AM, I do stupid things. Like this morning, when I read "99" on the machine and dutifully dosed myself with 3 units instead of 1.5
Goddammit.
At least the low comes at a predictable time when this happens: when I'm on the stairway leading from the train up into the station at work. Not a *convienent* time, mind you, but a predictable one. And it meant I spent about a half hour being dopey and bitchy to Cyllia, the secretary, who was asking a bunch of questions about some projec thing we're doing right when I got in the door while I was still having a bitchy, irritable low.
I hate that being stupid and tired makes me easier to kill now, you know?