My blood sugar is rising at the speed of sound. I didn't eat something strange. No, I didn't forget to bolus. I was getting ready to take my daughter to work, so I got my sneakers from the boot tray. I was thinking about making pot roast for dinner as I untied my sneaker. I put my right foot in the sneaker and felt something odd by my toes. It was soft and squishy, like a balled up sock.
Or a live mouse!
I yanked my foot out of my sneaker and a mouse bolted out of my shoe and raced down the hall. I let out a yelp that if you listen closely you can probably still hear. I flung my shoe. It's still on the floor where I left it. Too freaked out to drive, Steve took Evelyn to work.
I'm still freaked out. The mouse is somewhere in the house. My blood sugar numbers are on a roller coaster ride. A reminder once again that high blood sugar is not always caused by food. Sometimes it's stress. OK, I am calming down. I need to go to the store to buy a pot roast and a new mouse trap.
Our old mouse trap, Cyclone, just got himself fired.