Joslin for TrialNet LIFT study today.
Fasting 88 mg/dL. (For science, irrelevant; anecdotally = demonstrates benefit of gluten free/low carb diet.) (I wish this merited some kind of trophy and it doesn’t. I suppose the imagined future/miniscule health benefit is its own reward. Is it kind of amazing that my fastings were drifting higher and higher, almost always in the 120’s, and now I’m always in the 80’s-90’s? No. It is not. But isn’t it some kind of something?) (GLUUUUUTEN.)Drink the drink. (75g CHO.)
Fruit punch effects (probably psychosomatic) = ringing in ears, blurry vision, feeling of needing a nap, feeling of near-future hurling.
1hr. pp: 200-something mg/dL. (Dexcom 290-something; don’t remember what vein blood said but it was lower than that—250-ish.)
2 hrs. pp: 195 mg/dL. (200mg/dL end-of-OGTT BG = outer boundary for normals.) (If boundary crossed, twice consecutively—>DX! And TrialNet refuse, however frequent/polite request, un-diagnose. Because science.) (But isn’t it something, at least some kind of gluten-carb demonizing footnote to my d-story, that not only my fasting but also my OGTT end # has improved?)
Peanut butter on graham crackers (gluten!) & goodbye, Joslin.
Drive. Shake Shack. RAVENOUS. Early lunch. No line. Ladyfriends with babies, slanty morning sunlight. Devour (self-)prescribed bacon cheeseburger.
Before wipe Shack sauce from mouth corner, Dexcom alert double dropsies. Restaurant fills up. Stare at empty tray. I can’t even remember eating anything. More crowded. Wish for coffee concrete. Wish french fries. Stare at crumpled napkins. Restaurant fills up more. Might cry. For want concrete. Two college dudes nearby w. trays, politely hover for table. There’s no way I can walk out of here. Oh. And now the line’s so long. Oh shit, I need a drink. I really can’t move until I have a cold drink. Stare at phone, hope dudes hover other table. Or maybe offer Bigfoot french fries? And a cold drink. One says, “Excuse me, are you still using this table?” Feel one million embarrasseds. Say, “No! I was just saving it for you! Heh heh heh,” creepy forced laugh and stand up. And wibble-wobble toward exit, morose glance at long, hungry line oh, but I want that ice cream. With Heath bars. And the french fries. With cheese. And a side dish of Shack sauce. I want to swim in a bowl of raisin bran.
- A gluten free, low carb diet can cure your pretend diabetes
- Until you drink the fruit punch
- Always get the fries and a concrete!
- No trophy
- I really wish I got the concrete