Last week, my blood sugar numbers were crazy! Most of the time, they were in the 200s and 300s and I couldn't seem to get them down. I was giving myself extra insulin, exercising more, and even eating a little less at mealtimes. But nothing seemed to be working. Fortunately, I didn't have ketone issues with all those high numbers. Even so, I was getting pretty frustrated with what my body was doing.On top of my diabetes going out of control, I was stressed out with school, violin, and work. Semester finals were coming up and I was getting towards the end of my strength rope. This is usually the point when God does something drastic to regain my attention on what's truly important: Him. Last week was no different. Here's how it went:
Last Wednesday, my supper blood sugar was 300. My nine o' clock reading was 225. I was going to bed and I set my alarm for 3:00 am because every Wednesday I have to get up in the middle of the night to check my number. At around 1:00 am, I woke up to a horrible feeling. I was extremely hot. My body was physically going crazy! An anxious feeling swept over me. Right away, I knew that something was wrong. I checked my blood sugar and it was 43. Quickly, I ate probably about 40 carbs worth of food, trying to get my blood sugar up and calm myself down. Eventually, I fell back asleep and things started to get back to normal.
The next day I thought about the previous night. What if I hadn't woken up? I was really tired; what if I had simply slept through my feelings of low blood sugar? Obviously, if that was the case, I would never have woken up. My family would have had no reason to check on me at one in the morning. I would have died. As scary as this was for me to think about, I learned two very important lessons from this experience:
1. God is always in control. He was the reason I woke up. I can't control everything in my life...I can barely control anything in my life! He has my life and can do with it as He chooses. I know that He will always take care of me and He knows what's best for me.
2. You just never know about life. What if I had died last week. Would these finals have mattered? Would stressing about getting things done have mattered? No. I'm not saying that I'm never going to study again because I might kick the bucket in the middle of the night. I'm saying that this experience taught me to have a new perspective on life. Spend time with family and friends. Enjoy their company. Appreciate every moment. Don't waste time arguing about stupid little things. When I thought about
