Every day with diabetes is a little different from the last. There are ups and downs. There are good days, bad days, and something in between. I never know what diabetes will toss my way. I never know when it will knock me to the ground or give me the strength to rise above the ashes.

Today was a fairly normal day, with a few diabetes kinks. So I decided to track a day with my diabetes...to show the world what it's really like inside these walls.

11:25am: Oversleeping is the enemy right now. And my blood sugar starts out high at 160. I'll take that over another low like last night though (a sneaky 57 that left me with no symptoms at all).

12pm to 1:35pm: I prepare for my class of the day, feeling a bit strange as I do. There's a weakness that I'm becoming way too familiar with lately. I eat a couple of granola bars to tide me over until I can get lunch after class.

1:40pm: I head out the door for biology, but I grab a juice box on the way. I'm just feeling off and don't feel like testing, but I know that I can correct for a box of juice easily if it turns out I'm wrong.

1:50pm to 2:40pm: Biology is half way exciting today, a rare occasion with me and this subject. A bonus quiz at the end of class has me hopeful that I can pull my grade up by the end of the semester.

2:41pm: I'm prepared to take the quiz. I write my name. I read the question, yet something is off. I'm having to read it over and over and still not comprehending it. I change my answer three times, and finally settle on "D." As I turn it in, I realize it's the right choice or else everyone in my class has suddenly lost their ability to think as well.

2:43pm: I'm in the parking garage, trying to find my credit card to pay. I drop my glove; a sweet guy picks it up. I still can't find the credit card, and I'm dropping everything I'm holding. I feel like everyone is staring at me...wondering how I made it to college with half a brain. Finally, I find the card, pay, and head to my car.

2:46pm: As I drop my keys while I'm trying to get into the car, I start to wonder why my brain isn't connecting with anything. I don't feel low. I just feel stupid, and clumsy.

2:47pm: My blood sugar confirms that my brain is officially in the off position. 46. I can't even think to treat it. All I can think of is to get to the nearest fast food place to buy a soda. I'm sure I have ways to treat in my bag, but all I know is that I need to get to a fast food place without crashing my car.

3:00pm: I've gotten a Coke and food. My brain is still off. I haven't felt this way in a very long time. How am I still functioning? Why don't I feel this low? I'm not scared. I'm not worried. I'm just frustrated that I feel like such an idiot.

3:15pm: I know that I should be sitting in my car, waiting to turn my brain back on. But instead, I'm running an errand at the courthouse. I parallel park, somehow! Then head into the quaint building in the center of our small town.

3:17pm: The security lady is "yelling" at me...telling me that my keys and my (wet) umbrella need to go into my bag and not into the bin...so they can go into the X-ray machine. I try to explain that I wanted my keys in my pocket (and they will easily get lost in my bag). She asks me to say it again...and I wonder, "Am I slurring my words?" and "Can they tell that I don't have any glucose in my brain?" I feel like bursting into tears.

3:19pm: I get through the X-ray machine and head to the receptionist desk. "Where do I get a D.B.A.?" She asks me to say it again. "D.B.A." I try to say it clearly, slowly. I'm thinking to myself that I must sound drunk, I must look mentally handicapped. I can tell that my brain isn't working right, yet I'm still pushing through...trying to be normal. It's just not working.

3:30pm: I get through the form, having to read it over and over again. I'm still wondering if they think that I'm just plain dumb. Do I look as slow as I feel? And what is my name?

4:00pm: I'm finally home. And finally feeling like my brain isn't frozen in time. I bolus for the food and wait...What is it about diabetes that seems to make me feel like I'm always waiting? I'm always waiting for another low, a high peaking out of nowhere, a flat line that lets me know I'm okay, anything, everything. After the embarassment and inconvenience of a 46, I'm