Very rough morning.

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I got to be after four, a bit after.  Yes, I had wanted to be to bed earlier, it just didn't happen because it wouldn't happen.  Too warm to shift down until then.  I set the alarm for eight and ten, probably just to shut down the remaining downstairs.  No dice.  I woke at six, about half dead.  I fumblingly reached for my blood sugar tabs, ate a whole round... ten... then laid there in bad shape for a bit.  I then ate another round of them, losing one... somewhere.

In such bad shape I could neither locate or pickup if I had that tab, I got on downstairs.  Well enough, by then, to walk at least, I didn't have to slither down the steps.  Hmm... better replace those.  About twenty minutes after my first dose, I did a blood read... 52!  Yeah, I... needed those.  Who knows how low it was when I woke.

I closed up shop, went on back to bed, and would still be sleeping if I could.  It took extraordinary measures, with apologies to God and saints, to wake.  I still feel like hell.  And, yet, I'll... do... if possible.  I just let the ducks out.  As I write this I am having tea.  Blood sugar is 183, after those nearly full two rounds of gluco-tabs and a brot with a bun.  I never can tell how high it might go.

Okay, lesson learned.  I no longer need, or can use, as much insulin as I had been using.  I have used as much as forty cc's.  With blood sugar running so high, and a big dinner, I thought forty would do.  Nope.  I'm guessing twenty is my tops now.  The highest, other than last night, this last week... two?  Has been fifteen I think, a couple of twelves in there, the rest have been eight to ten.  And, I don't dose every day, anymore.  Some days just don't need it.

Well, live and learn.  Later.