Artwork.
Diabetes is many things. It’s a disease. It’s a pain in the ass. It’s sometimes a great excuse for eating healthy. It’s a lifestyle and a sometimes a burden and sometimes a blessing in disguise.
And every once in a while, it’s an art form. Like on Friday night when I woke up at 3am, just a little low - 67mg/dL to be exact. I got some juice, but worried I would get another low that would prevent me from sleeping in on Saturday morning. So I turned down my basals by 40% and crawled back in to bed. And the next morning I woke up at a glorious, flat-lined, 115mg/dL. That number felt like a doggone work of art, considering how poorly it could have gone.
How did I know to do this? Years of experience. I’d had a little wine the night before, so I knew that could push me towards a low all these hours later. I’d also been dancing at the birthday party I’d been at, so that could show up with a latent exercise effect hours later. Plus I thought about the steak salad I’d had for dinner - that was done digesting by 3am so there wasn’t a risk of my BG popping right back up as the proteins broke down - they were all gone. And I made all of these decisions at 3am in a matter of seconds.
On this blog, I write a lot about my frustrations with diabetes. But all of us living with this disease, whether we’ve had it for 19 days or 19 years like I have should celebrate our small wins. There are moments when there is artistry in the management of diabetes - a trained eye zeroing in on exactly what’s needed in the moment, and everything coming out just beautifully.
Did I really just describe diabetes as beautiful? Yes. Yes it can sometimes be just that.
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Ugh. I’m so hoping I get there. I’ve entered The Great Frustration stage. Hopefully, my doc appointment this Wednesday will help.