Last night, I felt a little like how I imagine a parent disappointed in their child might feel. I wanted to pull out the “you let me down” and “I don’t know if I can trust you” lines – to my blood glucose meter.
I’ve been having some wacky BG levels the past couple of weeks (including a number of unexpected lows) and really need to be able to rely on my meter. But, this is what happened last night.
I stuffed my face (seriously, stuffed my face) with grilled cheese, pretzels and ice cream. About two and a half hours later:
What? Questioning the efficacy of my test strips, I decided to test one with my control solution. The reading fell comfortably in the 96-129 range. However, that range is a 33 point difference and the reading didn’t make me feel any better.
I tested myself again:
I knew my BG didn’t actually spike 61 points in 10 minutes and had completely lost trust at that point.