I Hate Diabetes

I hate diabetes.

Seriously.  If you don't have it, don't get it. If you are "borderline" or it runs in your family, do whatever you can to reverse it.  I could have prevented this by eating right, exercising, etc. years ago, and this is the cross I must bear.

My sugars were normal yesterday.  I even exercised with church folks last night. I woke at 1 am, chilling, so I took it to be sure. It was 139- a little high, but still fairly normal for having had supper late last night.  This morning it was SKY HIGH- and all I did at 1 am was go back to bed!

Stress sets in, which could make it worse.  If it's this high on Monday morning, they won't do the surgery.

I hate diabetes.

This morning, as I nibble some dry wheat toast and eat cottage cheese slowly with my baby spoon (to practice for post-op meals), I have to turn this over to God.  I will walk to work this morning.  I will avoid any hidden sugars between now and Monday. I will take my blood sugars before meals, and call my endocrinologist this morning to ask for advice.  

In other words, I will do MY part.  

The rest I turn over to God.