The open bag of chocolate-covered raisins stared at me from beside my keyboard. I had a craving that morning for something chocolate and popable, like M&Ms or junior mints. It was a strange craving because most of me didn't want to give in, but the part that drove me to the drug store and walked me to the candy aisle obviously won out.

I gave those raisins the evil eye before I twisted the top of the bag and threw them into my top desk drawer. I should have thrown them away, but I knew I'd want some later. Strange, yes, my thought process.

It was around lunch time when I sat on the couch, unable to move from the nastiness I was feeling in my stomach. Four times in two hours I had been to the bathroom. Getting back to work wasn't any easier as I was barely able to concentrate.

Was it the Byetta? Was it the raisins, I wondered? Fruit doesn't agree with me until late afternoon, but I really didn't think this bag of chocolate-covered fruit would have this kind of effect on my tummy. And then I remembered what life was like prior to my diagnosis. I had been to the doctor for a routine checkup and mentioned that my stomach was quite upset most of the time. I had nearly eliminated soda from my diet-or rather I had limited myself to just one or two a day-and that seemed to be helping. We considered all kinds of problems ranging from irritable bowel syndrome to Crohn's Disease.

And then I was diagnosed with diabetes. And I cleaned up my act. And the bowel problem went away. And I realized that high sugar was causing my tummy to mutiny.

Had the raisins made their way through me that fast, causing my sugar to be so high for even just a little bit of time that I found myself miserable within four hours? The raisins stayed in my desk drawer, untouched, for a day. And my tummy was noticeably better, but definitely not 100%. Why was my tummy seeming to all of a sudden need some special attention? Frustration often reigns when dealing with diabetes care.