I'm sick. What I thought was becoming a cold has gone straight to my lungs. I'm feeling pretty miserable.
On our way home from dinner I turned to Steve and said that my throat was starting to hurt. Within 10 minutes I was feeling bad. My first thought was "well that explains all those highs I've been dealing with for the past week." Is it bad that I felt a sense of relief to have an explanation even if it meant that I was sick?
Yesterday, after a restless nights sleep, Steve and I participated in the JDRF Walk for a Cure at National's Stadium. I felt bad but was determined to participate in the walk. It was hot out but Steve and I finished and made it home to crash on the couch for a bit. Ever since my blood sugars have been phenomenal. As in I've been hanging out between 70-110.
So today I am testing every 2 hours and curling up on the couch with a cup of hot tea. I despise being sick and having diabetes just makes being sick worse.
Sorry this is such a complaining post.