I just got home from playing two softball games tonight and I am not very happy. The first thing on my mind is that we lost. On top of that, I just tested my sugar and I was way too high...300 to be exact. "OH MY GOD!" I was mad! I could have sworn that I took the necessary steps before the games.

Let's back up to the pre-game diabetes ritual. "Let see, I don't want to eat too much food before exercising." Tonight, I choose chips and dip and a bagel. "Ok, time for a shot of insulin." I factor in what I just ate and how many hours the games will last. "Six units should hold me over". When I get to the ballpark, I test my sugar and it's 131. I'm happy; but, just to be on the safe side, I gobble down a banana and some orange juice so I have no chance of getting low.

Mission accomplished. I get through both games and show no signs of hypoglycemia. Great, but why I am I high! Looking back on the night, I try to figure out the answer. One of my initial reactions was that I had too many carbs. The second thought would be the stress of the games. My final guess would be because I have been kind of sick.

I guess this is just another reason why sometimes this disease can get you down. You think that you have done everything in your power to be perfect, and yet despite all your efforts, you come home and your darn meter reads 300.

Oh well, life goes on, I'll try again next Monday.