If you read my last post you know that I was going to try to move on to comments. But things change. I took my blood sugar and it was 97. Ron did not want it to go any lower. So he begged me to eat. He asked what I wanted, and I really wanted a salad. Surprisingly, I love what for me is a salad. It has lettuce, white mushrooms, croutons, sometimes a few things like sprouts, but mostly I like lettuce and mushrooms. He insisted that because of my low blood sugar I have a grilled cheese sandwich. I normally love those as Ron makes mind with Munster. I just couldn’t eat. He asked me to eat a quarter of the sandwich which I did, and I had already eaten half the salad. I couldn’t do anymore and was almost in tears trying. He took everything and he said it was OK and enough. I only took 4 units of insulin so that should equal that out. I should have only taken 2 units but Ron thought I would eat more than I did.
I won’t be getting to the comments, sorry if you are waiting for my reply, I am going to bed, that welcoming sweet darkness where most of the time my mind wanders free and I have a wonderful time, even sometimes like last night having full command of my body and able to run as I did in my youth with no pain and great strength. But sometimes at least three or four times a week the nightmares come. Anyway, good night I cannot do this anymore today. Hugs and loves. I hope you all are well. Night