Morning all, woke to 10.9 on bitterly cold morning.
Strange how bg tells you your ill even before symptoms appear, fought double figures afternoon last night and woke to bad guts today, not sure if food related or caught bug or something.
I wrote a poem about this phenomenon
🙂 Do you remember
Paul the Octopus, who could predict results in the 2010 World Cup? My meter is a far better guide to the future!
Who needs a psychic octopus,
The future to foretell?
A cold Cassandra cephalopod,
When I can do as well?
Who needs a mentalist mollusc,
Who crawls the ocean floor,
To tell us what the future holds,
When my meter tells me more?
For, blessed with diabetes
My predictive powers are strong,
And unlike squid or nautilus,
I’m very rarely wrong!
So when my levels start to climb,
But nothing else seems wrong,
Then be assured that I will be
Quite ill before too long!
Before this foul disease took hold,
I lacked this inbuilt sense,
Consulting eight-limbed oracles
For my fate a few days hence.
But now I plan to make me rich –
My meter holds the key!
And when I get the numbers right,
I’ll win the lottery!
