Blood Sugar

So I have to test my blood sugar 4 times a day while on the steroids...no biggee. I test before every meal and bedtime...usually I am ok in the morning and only need insulin at lunchtime and dinner time...and sometimes before I go to bed with all my other meds. While I was the hospital all my blood sugars were up in the 300's, well no wonder they fed me nothing but cake and lots of really good mashed potatoes lol.
Not to mention the sugar etc I put in my coffee every meal...If you are a Chandler you like your coffee...So, today I test my blood sugar on my lunch before I go heat it up and is 330...GOOD Grief...it says take 10 units and call the doctor for that reading..well I call Jeff who made me take it 2 different times on each hand and came up with an average of 137-140...how can it be so different in 3 minutes time...I think I may need to get the meter checked out.
Today, I feel like day old crap from the litterbox I scooped this morning. Sorry for the graphics there but if you saw our litterbox with 4 cats everyday you would understand...lol
I got up feeling bad..the right side of my body would not wake up or move very well. Did I say getting dressed with numb feet, arms and hands is hard..not to mention getting shoes on and trying to take your meds and get everything together so you can leave early enough to have an easier drive in the traffic.
It has not gotten any better but I will muddle through. Work and concentration helps me these days. The work on the computer helps me everyday as well as the interaction with my co workers..they are my saving grace some days and they don't even know it. A smile or a kind word goes a long way for someone who feels like day old cat poo...I do love my job but I love how walking in here on that first Monday back felt to me after getting out of the hospital. My arms were all bruised up from them trying to find a vein that would cooperate but I didn't care. Walking through those doors and seeing my office again was wonderful. That is why when I got the you do this or that attitude late Friday, I cracked. I cried all the way home. Jeff almost took me to the hospital because I got so bad. My right arm gets worse if I get upset. It is so hard to stay upbeat when people want to bring you down.
Through all this I have reconnected with some very important people in my life and they know who they are and how much I love and care for them and that never changed in all these years....never go to bed angry and always tell the people you care about the most what they mean to you..because one day you may be laying on your hotel room floor unable to move and you go in and out...you see you and your body in third person and you tell you spouse how much you love them and tell them to tell your daddy and your brother how much you love them and then you pass out for a few minutes each time and then you hear SWEETIE...and you come back out of it..of course your mouth and eyes are all dried and frozen shut and you finally can talk and you yell out obscentites...like F**K and so on enough to embarass your husband...then you realize it was your mother who slapped you and made you say those unfiltered curse words...thank you mama!