Chasing lows today, after a wake-up number of 222. (Why do meters like uniform numbers? Does Adrian Monk work there?!) I suspect my real issue is a case of RPS, however. My 10-month-old niece coughed and sneezed on me a few times last night, and I'm taking an antibiotic for a minor skin problem. Plus, hubby was coughing all weekend. I took Tylenol and drank lots of water today, but despite holding nice and steady in the 90s since lunchtime, I'm wiped.
Why is it that RPS freaks me out more than diabetes sometimes? Maybe I'm under the delusion that the D can be explained and controlled. Jab myself a couple of times, do some math and apply the remedy in a neatly packaged device. RPS, on the other hand, sneaks in silently, steals my vitality and leaves no clues. And of course most non-D people are intolerant of any sort of illness. Ugh.
Time for a cat picture...can't wait to join him on the bed soon!