I've been feeling pretty good lately. My diabetes has been under good control and I've been feeling alright about it all. Feeling like all is well even if I have diabetes. And then last week I had one of those weeks. A spate of high blood sugars without a clear reason why. Was it that meal out with friends that kicked it off? Was it the angle of my site and the fact that the waistband of my jeans kept jiggling it out of the locked position? Was I getting a cold (after all I'd woken up with a sore throat one night)? Was it stress from work, stress from a few high blood sugars? Was it some bad choices I had made? Or just bad luck? After a few days and a few nights up dealing with the roller coaster, I was tired and weary.
What's amazing to me about this, is even though I'd been cooking along well for a such long time, it only took a couple of days into a bad spell and there it was. The weariness. The deep, deep, weariness that I forget about on the good days. There is was like a snap of the fingers. Right under the surface, never too far away.
For some reason, that deep weariness always surprises me.
I've since changed out my site and my blood sugars have normalized and I'm back to feeling fine. I guess it was the angle and positioning of my site. Or maybe I'd hit some scar tissue. Or maybe a I overcame a cold that never came to fruition. Whatever the reason, things are better now and the weariness has faded. And I forget about it again, for now.