Some Days I Hate The “Sugars.”
Yesterday morning I woke up at 5:15 in the morning. I was soaking with sweat which meant only one thing – my blood sugar was low. Know what sucks about that? Literally dripping with sweat inside a toasty bedroom to walk into a cold kitchen to check my blood sugar. Yup. It was 51. No idea why. It was 119 before bed, and usually when...
February 12, 2014
