Jeff Steiner

Friday morning, I packed up my bags to head to the lake for the weekend. I had a long drive ahead of me, so I made sure to bring extra juice, keep my meter handy, and lots of water. I stopped for lunch on the way.

I checked my blood sugar. 264 (up from 102 at breakfast). Unexpected, considering all I had for breakfast was water and eggs. Nothing that should send my blood sugar spiraling. So I bolused for the blood sugar, bolused for lunch, and enjoyed my quick meal before hitting the Texas highway.

I checked half way through my three and a half hour trip. 275. Okay, frustrating. Another bolus. And lots of water (well just enough so I wasn't stopping every 5 seconds on the way there).

By the time I arrived at the lake, my blood sugar was down to 175. Awesome. Not near my goal, but at least I was heading down. I continued to go down the rest of the night. 103 at dinner. And 154 less than two hours after. Perfection!

My last check of the evening was 228. Gross. I had lowered my basals for the increase in activity/decrease in stress on my mini-vacation, so I simply raised them back to normal after this rising blood sugar and bolused for the number.

I awoke the next morning, hoping to be greeted with a good blood sugar, but instead I received a nauseous feeling in my stomach and a horribly "hung over" feeling. 306. How could this vacation get any worse? Another bolus and a light brunch (salad and an apple) was sure to bring me down.

Think again! An hour later I was 262. Two hours: 261. I just kept bolusing, hoping that finally one would bring me down.

Finally, I did. A lovely 102 before a steak dinner. I bolused for the potato and enjoyed my evening.

Four hours later, I was 356. Definitely not normal. Definitely not feeling that great.

The next morning I woke at 270. The rest of the day I hung between 238 and 291. Instead of enjoying the summer sun, I was laying around feeling like I was on the verge of a major breakdown (both physically and mentally).

By the time I headed back home, I was 190. Finally breaking that 200 mark again!!!

Since being back home, my blood sugars haven't crested over 190 but haven't dropped below 130. Somewhere in this mix of confusion, there's an answer to why my body has suddenly decided to wreak havoc on my life. The answer is unclear. But one thing is certain: I want a redo vacation.