Force Feeding

I’m still sick—hence lack of writing. (And, also my reason for why this may be slightly incoherent or rambling…)

I don’t like being sick and I can generally avoid it, but I’m always bound to get a winter cold and a spring cold. This is my spring cold. Runny nose, watery eyes, headache, sore throat, achy all over, exhausted, itchy ears, sneezing, coughing. It starts in my throat, moves to my head and then toward my chest before I can get rid of it. And, I’m prone to sinus infections, so I have to get it out of my head before it roots and makes things worse.

While my sugars go up and down with my fever, my appetite stays the same: level zero. I’m past the fever part now (and just stuck with the “feeling miserable” portion), which means my sugars are acting pretty much normal. When I woke up this morning, I was 84. I ate a Fiber One bar and drank a juice box (3 carb units) at 7:45 and hoped it would last a while. It only lasted until noon, when I dropped to 77. I ate some Cheez-Its and pretzels (one carb unit; measured out in my baggie). I’m hoping that will last me a full hour, then I’ll go to lunch.

I normally bring my lunch to work, but no matter how hard I try, when I’m sick, I can’t make a homemade salad and turkey wrap appealing. I just don’t want to eat anything—it all seems like so much work to choose, prepare, bite, chew, swallow and repeat when all I want to do is crawl back in bed and watch bad movies I’ve Tivo’d. So I’m going to buy my lunch today in an effort to rouse up an appetite. Surely the world beyond my office and clogged head offers something worth the effort of chewing?

Mark this day’s blog as: Yet Another Reason To Be Annoyed With Diabetes: Force Feeding Or Having To Eat Even When You Don’t Want To.

As always, more to come (unless the cold completely takes over my brain and I forget life as I know it and morph into someone else (I watched three episodes of House yesterday…))…