Yesterday morning, I started having a specific kind of pain. It was the same pain that started with my ovarian cyst back in April. I dreaded how the day might progress.

The pain went off and on as I went to class and work. I felt like I had been transported back to April. All the signs were there.

Throughout the day, my blood sugars had been perfect. I was amazed. But as the pain became more consistent, my blood sugars started to rise.

After dinner, my blood sugar was 387. And so it began...just like April. I knew that I had bolused correctly for my meal and hadn't eaten any food that should cause a spike like that. I was sure that the pain and the blood sugars were connected.

Just like in April, I bolused to bring my blood sugar down. And just like in April, they wouldn't come down. Bolus after bolus, pumping insulin into my body.

After six hours of endless boluses, my blood sugar was 158. I was ready to fall asleep, but my body was telling me that I was dropping. I knew that I wasn't, but the fear still overwhelmed me. So I left my basals the same (instead of increasing them to offset the resistance that I was experiencing).

I woke up at 292. Scared of more resistance, I ate a carbless breakfast and headed out the door to class. The pain comes and goes, just like before.

My hunger eventually got the best of me and I had a sandwich. Now I'm fighting off a "high" headache and trying to keep myself awake in class. I'm scared to see what my next blood sugar will be.