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As I went through my normal pre-bed routine, I checked off the usual things. I set things in order for class tomorrow. I made sure my assignments were completed. I took my contacts out. I checked my blood sugar.

When the number 172 came up, I was kind of surprised. I'd had an issue earlier and ended up with a 309. I'd spiked after lunch because I misjudged how many carbs were in the real soda I had. Sometimes sodas can go without boluses and I'll be perfectly in range after. And sometimes, like today, my body decides to utilize every last gram of carbohydrate.

After the spike, I waited to eat dinner until that number had a chance to come down. I knew that I would be fairly close to being in range post-meal if I started out closer to range. It's always a matter of balancing the correct amount of bolus, time, and carbs though.

By the time I was prepping for bed, it had been about three hours since my Subway dinner of a turkey sandwich. When 172 popped onto the screen, it suddenly hit me. It wasn't an alarming number; it was fairly close to what I expected. But it made me realize that I never bolused for my dinner (about 50 carbs).

A normal 50 carb dinner would give me a bolus of 5.0 units. But a blood sugar like 172 only requires 1.7 units. I couldn't believe that without a bolus, I'd managed to stay so remotely normal.

This disease amazes me with its mysterious ways. Sometimes it acts one way and sometimes the complete opposite. It certainly has a mind of its own. Today, my body decided to play the end of both spectrums. It was nice because of my lack of bolus, but horribly cruel when I just didn't bolus enough.

Why can't diabetes make up its mind?