108. 108! 108? How the hell is it 108? “Do you think that’s right?” I asked my wife. “Do you want to test it again? She asked. I tested again. 108. “Ok, 108 it Is then.”
I was expecting a higher number. it was about two hours since dinner. We were out to eat at a brewpub, I was good and did not order a beer. I had unsweetened tea. We had a fried pickles appetizer, I had a taco salad with ranch dressing, and…peanut butter pie. Well, my wife and I shared it.
it was delicious. I felt guilty.
Now, granted, it had been a busy day, and we had pretty much skipped lunch. I know, I know, I can’t be doing that, but we had a late breakfast. So probably pushed it a bit too
long, and was lower than i normally would be…but still.
108. it just didn’t seem right. I mean, I had peanut butter pie. And I hadn’t had my evening meds yet.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about a 108, hell no!
This blood glucose stuff is just so hard to predict.