Diabetes wise, things have been really quiet for me lately. So quiet, so even keeled, so mild mannered in fact, that I practically feel like I'm cured. I know, the dreaded C word again. 

I know I'm not really cured. I still watch what I eat, test my blood sugar and take two pills before dinner (Prandin and Metformin). But compared to a few months ago, when my life was a rollercoaster ride of highs and lows, way-too-frequent monitoring and crazy food restrictions, it's like I don't even have diabetes anymore.  

And that's a good thing. It is a relief to sit down to the table and not estimate carb counts or do any math. It's nice to be able to get out of bed in the morning, not worrying about high blood sugar. In fact, I've had many days in the last month where I completely forgot to test before drinking my coffee. It is even nicer to be able to go for a walk without worrying if I ate enough carbs before I left and making sure there's fast-acting sugar in my pocket. 

The only downside to all of this is that some times I honestly forget I have diabetes and I do forget to check my blood sugar. I guess I'm kind of taking it for granted that everything will be just fine. This relaxed attitude is doing wonders for my stress level, but I do kind of worry that it's just the calm before the storm.    

I don't have to go back to my doctor until July, at which time, I will have to go back to logging my blood sugar for two weeks. Until then, I'm going to enjoy this little vacation for as long as I can.