BG Report: Amid the alligators of Big Cypress, Florida
The REAL alligator alley - and I got out of the car
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Good times with the frightening, wild gators; bad times with the blood sugar levels today. Analyzing them, if anything, the alligator part made them better. Maybe that’s the secret to good diabetes control: hanging out with the gators of south Florida.
This morning, for unknown reasons, I awoke with a terribly high reading of 334 at 8:30 am. Had breakfast, got driven to the car rental place in Sarasota, then drove down towards Big Cypress National Preserve to look for gators.
On the way, I stopped for lunch at Subway. My BG before eating, fortunately, was now 126. Had the usual, because I tend to find Subway less objectionable, cuisine-wise, than other fast food: sandwich, chips, and a soda. And, um, a cookie.
Saw the visitor center at Big Cypress, then went into the swamp. Driving along dirt Loop Road, where the gators tend to be, I’d stop frequently and look in the shallows. And yes, saw some. Unnerving, how close they were.
After all the excitement, I drove to the Miami Airport, turned in the rental car, and checked into the hotel that’s inside the airport. Checking in, I knew I was quite low, and in the room I turned out to be right: 44. Had some glucose, then went to a nearby Burger King, next to one of the check-in desks, for an uninspired dinner.
At 11:30 pm, annoyingly, I was high again, 302. Took insulin and went to sleep, although the next day began at 4:30 am and BG wasn’t much better on the flights to LAX and then Tokyo.
Oh well. Don’t blame the gators.
