Whilst going through all the shenanigans of buying this house and whilst we were staying with a friend my BGs were consistently in the 7 - 11 range and there seemed nothing I could do to reduce them. My face also broke out in a really nasty case of Rosacea. At long last, after 4 lots of the antibiotic ointment over the past 2 or 3 years that did little to stop it, the Doc saw how bad it was this time and put me on a course of 6 - 12 weeks of Oxytetracycline. I was collecting them from the chemist when I got into conversation with the pharmacist who's partner also suffers from Rosacea and we were talking about stress and how it can affect you physically even though you aren't mentally acknowledging it. Anyway, I said to him that it made Diabetes very hard to control and it was very obvious when, after we had moved in, my BGs had suddenly started to behave themselves and gone back to normal without me altering anything, because my FBGs have gone back to 5 or 6 and BGs have been really good all day.
Fast forward to today - and this I don't really understand. I woke at 7 am and didn't test until 8:30 when it was 6.0. Didn't have breakfast for a while as I have to take the ABs on an empty stomach 1.5 to 2 hours before a meal. At 10:44 I had a slice of toast and bolussed for it. Went off and did some errands, picking up some house plants from a friend who's been looking after them for me. Nothing very strenuous. Came home and did a bit of tidying, again nothing strenuous. At 1:30 I made salmon and cucumber sarnies for lunch, 24g carb for 2 slices of Burgen + 3g carb for the mayonnaise. I was 5.8 before lunch and I Bolussed 3u insulin and ate right away. At 2pm I felt very peculiar and tested 2.9!!! Ate 3 glucose tabs and a cereal bar which only brought me up to 3.3, so I had a handful of jelly beans. We have a sort of loose permanent arrangement to meet up with friends in the pub in town on a Saturday afternoon, usually 8 to 10 of us. So we got the bus into town.
I had 1 drink, which I sipped very slowly and I began to feel really sick. I thought nothing much until Julian prompted me to test and I thought "ah, of course, over-treated the hypo and I'm high, which always makes me feel rather nauseous", but no, I was only 6.2. Anyway, left the rest of my drink and got the bus home... and fell asleep for the rest of the afternoon. Never had a hypo affect me like that and I don't understand how I could have had a hypo a mere half hour or less after finishing eating!
How the hell do they expect us to manage and control this disease when it does such inexplicable things and changes the goal posts so often?