oh mysterious blood sugar…

Oh mysterious high blood sugar and insulin resistance, you come without warning and occupy my space.

Perhaps you travelled with a sunburn that snuck onto my back where my arm couldn’t reach

or with the sleeplessness of this warmer weather, time playing outside and into the night.

Maybe you’re here to tell me the fridge is too cold, that my insulin froze

or that when I was sick and reverted to potatoes and rice for the first time in 8 years, I finally built back up some of that stored sugar that low-carbers lack (can that even be?)

You make me speculate, you furrow my brow.  Perhaps you are simply a cycle – I heard last weekend,

“Worry is a misuse of the imagination.”  Instead of worrying that you will be high for another day, I will imagine it was all these things that have now been beautifully resolved, and the budding springtime with its flowers and sunshine will increase my sensitivity to all things, insulin included.

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Ok?