I wish that sparkling 81mg/dL in the picture below was my blood sugar. But it’s not. It’s my future sister-in-law’s. She wanted to check her blood sugar one morning while we were camping on the river, so we did.
Nothing really says “good morning” like knowing your pancreas is working just fine, right? Wait a second….I wouldn’t know much about that, now would I? Ah well, a girl can dream of functioning beta cells and bagels for breakfast can’t she?
Almost all of us with diabetes have tested a friend’s BG before, only to reveal a number we’re jealous of. I’ve lent my meter to dozens of people in my almost 20 years with diabetes, and each time the BG comes back in range I am amazed by the human body. Having diabetes makes you appreciate the incredible work of art that is our endocrine system. The fact that a non-diabetic can metabolize an entire ice-cream-hot-fudge-sundae…hell make it 10 ice-cream-hot-fudge-sundaes in a row without so much as going a point over 120mg/dL is nothing short of a miracle to me. Amazing instruments, those functioning pancreases.