At around 10:00pm, Maw helped take my blood glucose level. I hate the painful poke to my finger with that lancet inside the lancing device. I told her repeatedly to set the level to number 3, but the blood to my right index finger was but a mere pin-sized prick. Then the number 4 did a better job of letting out a nice drop of red-colored blood. I placed that drop of blood into the test strip and the blood glucose meter read 89!
Thank you God for letting me see how eating too much carbohydrate, starch and sugar can raise one’s blood sugar level. Those with readings over 120 could be a potential sign of diabetes, especially two nights ago after loading my system with lots of chocolate and Maw’s macaroni salad. My urine smelled of that sweetened cream, meaning that it was too strong for my system to get rid of prior to taking my blood sugar level two nights ago.
I told Maw that perhaps that’s how I would die – in my sleep. But she said people die when their blood glucose level reaches a high number, such as 500 points.
As my New Year’s Resolution and to avoid my pre-disposition to inherit diabetes, I will control the intake of food that contribute to too much unburned energy. And I will do low-impact exercises after each meal whenever possible for at least 10 to 15 minutes.
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