Considering the many battles that I fight with diabetes on any given day, I'm always pleased when things work out. I love success, in any shape or form. But especially in my diabetes world.

So Saturday night while I was visiting my dad, aunt and uncle, we decided to get Chinese food from a local restaurant (the best Chinese in all of Texas, I promise). I was definitely excited, but also silently stressing about how many carbs might be in my meal. Restaurant food is always hard to judge, but especially when it's something like Chinese at a small town joint that doesn't have carb counts available.

As I ordered my meal, I began to mentally guess the carbs. I'd splurged with my favorite: Sweet and Sour Chicken. It came with an eggroll and steamed rice. I was starting out my meal at 140, so whatever the carb count I'd need to add an extra unit to buffer the out of range blood sugar.

Since I wasn't sure how much of the massive meal I'd actually eat, I postponed my insulin until after I'd eaten (something I'm prone to do, but not with large meals). While exercising and watching my weight, my food intake has gone up and down. Some days I want more and some days I want less...Saturday I just couldn't tell which way I'd go.

When I'd finished half of what was on my plate, I decided I needed to take the rest home. I recounted what I thought was in the meal. About 10 carbs for the eggroll, another 20 for the rice, and a total guess on the actual chicken and sauce (used sparingly) with 30. When I dialed the Humalog, I hoped that everything would turn out okay. I figured I'd miss out on a low, but I was dreading a high.

Yet two hours later, I was pleasantly surprised to see a 105 on my meter screen. Avoiding the high made me want to dance. The success of this disease can sometimes be in the smallest detail, like judging carbs right or seeing your correction factor work the way its supposed to or just going through an hour, a day, a moment without a diabetes catastrophe.

And that moment was exactly that...everything but a catastrophe. When my meter read 111 an hour later, I knew I was in the clear.

But unfortunately, my fears got the better of me (which has happened more nights than needed lately). While riding at 105 and 111, I'd been feeling like I might drop a little more. And I was an hour from going to bed. So instead of risking a night low (in a place where I don't have my usual low treatments), I ate a snack without a bolus before bed. My Lantus stayed the same...but that snack did me in.

Because all the success of the night before was thrown out the window when I woke up to 234. And continued to fight off resistant highs for the better part of the day...bringing on thirst, frequent bathroom breaks, and one awful headache. But hey, at least I got those few hours/moments of diabetes perfection...in knowing that there is success in this disease even if it's hard to find.