‘I’ve got this, no biggie, I feel as cool as a cucumb’ – brrrrmmmm, brrrmmmmm. Wait, what’s this interrupting my internal pep talk as I stride into the office? Oh, it’s just my insulin pump alerting me to the fact that my blood sugar is 16 mmol – about twice as high as it normally is at 8:00 in the morning. As I’ve noted before, type 1 diabetes and discernible patterns are not always bedfellows but a reading of 16 mmol at that hour is a little unusual. Especially as I’ve eaten the same breakfast (porridge with yogurt, peanut butter, and strawberries) as I do every weekday morning and taken the same insulin dose as I always do with that breakfast (2.6 units). Now, it could have been many things (less sleep than I thought, an air bubble in the insulin tube) but I have a sneaking suspicion that nerves related to starting the new job caused the precipitous rise in blood sugar. As frustrating as high blood sugar is, especially when I want to be at my physical best on hour 1, day 1 of a new job, I can’t help but doff my cap to my blood sugar’s ability to act as a barometer of my true mood, the mood that all the pep talks in the world can’t mask.
Post scripts’ post script: On my sister, Daphne’s urging, I have entered the ballot for the London Marathon 2017. So maybe my marathon musings were more than just musings.