Variety Is The Spice Of Life

Entry 1 5:50 a.m.

After fighting to get my sugars up last night? I most likely went overboard with feeding my face. Today, the goal is to be in range of the target goal for much of the day. I did awaken at 1:15 a.m. and ate a very ripe peach, this after my dinner. While my numbers never breached 200, still, they hovered around that level for a long time. If you read this journal back when Jenny was being treated, you know how much I loved to slice and dice the data. This new cgm software--btw I switched from the reader to my phone for scanning, does it for me.

For reasons I don't quite understand, blood glucose often goes up during one's sleep. Mine was crashing back to normal levels, right up to the point I ate that peach. That much is apparent from the graph adjacent to these words.

I sit each morning and drink my coffee. Earlier this summer or late spring, Willow was rousing me between 4:00 and 4:30 a.m. She would jimp into bed and hit me with her left paw until I stirred. Since the 4th of July or thereabout, when the m80s started going off, she has been sleeping in the laundry room. This place of rest, for whatever reason, coupled with the later sunrise has delayed my rousting by Willow and softened punchy paw. This morning? For instance, Willow came in only after I was stirring around 5:30 a.m. She jumped up on my bed, and still gave me a punchy paw, but nothing like a few weeks ago. It has gone from a Mike Tyson punch to a Don Knott's slap.

This morning for breakfast, I skipped the cereal and opted for a piece of thin  powered bread with peanut butter. I am digesting it. My sugars, mon diet, have after 15 minutes of eating, have crept up only a little. It isn't enough food to tide me over for the day, but if it keeps my cgm from going off on the high side, well, that is a victory.

It's Wednesday. I will work into the evening, again. Last night I was on the phone with Japan until after 700 p.m. p.s.t. love the money, not the job.