Last night I asked my boyfriend Anthony if I could test his blood sugars immediately after he'd eaten a good 60g or so of sultanas. A little while ago I wrote a post about how I was having ridiculously high peaks after eating muesli for breakfast, because of the dried fruit in it, and so I gave it up. I wondered if a non-diabetic person's bg would peak too. Reluctantly, as no one particularly wants to have their finger needlessly stabbed with a needle, Ant let me test his blood.
Five minutes after he'd finished eating, his blood sugars were 15.8mmol. Considering the normal range for a non-diabetic is usually between 4 and 8, that's pretty high! After I'd forced an admission out of Anthony that the finger prick really doesn't hurt at all, we decided we'd test again an hour or so later. We did and...8.1 - now that's what you call a functioning pancreas!
Although I was obviously over the moon that he clearly wasn't a diabetic (I must admit, the 15.8 scared me a little!) I was a teeny weeny, itsy bitsy, bit jealous that my body doesn't work that way. Somedays I'd like someone to just give my pancreas a jump start or something, you know, a bit like a car battery. In the 15 years I've had diabetes I can't say I've ever been envious of a functioning pancreas, although I suppose it's not exactly a common, diagnosable disorder. Even after meals out with friends when I've had to wander off to the bathroom to inject and others haven't, it'd never really bothered me. As Audrey Niffenegger wrote, 'everything seems simple until you think about it.'
I asked Ant if he'd felt any different when he was high and he said no. We reckon it's probably because his bg probably didn't stay up there long enough for his body and mind to register it properly. I suppose bodies are kind of amazing, whether they're working 100% properly or not. It's amazing that Ant's body manages to keep a constant blood sugar balance, always releasing insulin from the pancreas and glucose from the liver. It's also sort of amazing how much control I have to try and maintain, simply because one part of my body doesn't work properly.
Alright, so I can't go and eat an entire pizza or sandwich or tub of ice cream without injecting insulin - darn, I can't even eat fruit without doing it! - but my body still does a lot of amazing things. Hey, I can touch my toes without bending my knees! Amazing, right?! :)