I'm officially off Symlin. I was on the fence for a while, but I'm definitely done with it. I have a brand-new Symlin pen with pen needle attached sitting in my purse waiting to be used. It's essentially wasted now. I'm OK with that. I don't like to waste money or stuff (I'm such a pack rat), so this is really a big step for me. You'll remember when I did pretty much the same thing toward the end of my Byetta run.

The two main reasons are this: I'm tired of the tummy trouble and I eat even when I'm not hungry. The last roughly month of not taking Symlin have been mostly tummy-trouble-free. And it's been a nice change of pace, frankly, to not be constantly wiped out from having diarrhea. Going shopping -- going anywhere, really -- was also taking a chance on having to find a bathroom in an emergency. With three kids in tow. And did I mention it's not fun to rush to a PUBLIC bathroom? (READ MORE)

I can feel it. Mom and I are standing in line to pay for some clothes for an event I'm going to on Saturday night with The Mr. I'm OK, but I know a low is coming.

I don't want to alert Mom. I don't want her to get scared for me. I look around to see if there's anywhere I can sort of inconspicuously check my sugar.

We walk to the car and I get in the driver's seat. I've forgotten the potential low for some reason. Must not have been too bad. I start driving. It's dark and I'm in a parking lot I don't know very well. We have to do a lot of maneuvering through the parking lot. Then there's construction on the street.

By the time we get to a clear place on the street, I start to feel that slightly shaky feeling that often tells me that I'm not low, but I'm dropping. It's not a full-blown low, but I know it's coming. I can feel it.

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This weekend was a busy one.

We went to a party, a wedding, and a movie not to mention the typical disc golf game Saturday morning and church on Sunday.

Most of our weekends are jam packed with stuff and always right there at the very top of the pile is my diabetes. It is always right there on top of everything else. But this weekend was a little different.

Usually with all the running around and stuff going on my diabetes tends to get out of control on weekends. I tend to run high because of the bad food choices I make and end up spending the weekend correcting for many mistakes. But not this weekend. 

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I woke up at 87. I drank a juice and had two granola bars. I bolused for the extra carbs that didn't treat the low.

I started feeling foggy so I checked my blood sugar. 83. I had another juice and a small snack. I still didn't feel "normal" so fifteen minutes later, I had another small snack.

An hour later and my blood sugar is now at 92. My brain is still foggy. I'm about to fall asleep at my desk. So I'm drinking half a soda. And watching for the upward trend that I know will follow shortly and send me soaring into the 200's.

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