I could not, for the life of me, figure a good name for the blog.  I finally settled with the Frizbian because the writing was trying to get out of my head, but I had no where to put it.  Sort of Frisbee; sort of newspaper-ish; sort of different; sort of…

This morning, the weather channel did not mention the chance of hectic or the partly chaotic that was on my schedule for the day.  I thought that today would be a fairly simple day.  The starting glucose this morning was 49.  I know what you are thinking.  You are thinking, “Between 80 and 120; 49 is bad.”  You would be right.  For me it is good.  It should not be, but my A1C has not been under 9 in over a year so I like the low numbers.  It means that I may be counter acting my own self-control issues a bit. I like to eat, eat, eat, apples and bananas.  I had a big bowl of cereal and promised myself I would shoot up as soon as I arrived at the office.  I promised myself this because I know that 49 plus big bowl of cereal does not equal anywhere between 80 and 120.  It really equals somewhere between 300 and 320.  You have to love the numbers games we play.

When I arrived at the office, the very last thing on my mind was my blood sugar.  As soon as I walked in, the boss said one of our appointments was canceled and another employee needed my help.  Sugar anyone?  That was just enough distraction to make me completely forget that I am a diabetic.  Actually, I am a diabetic with Adult ADHD.  I am not sure why it is called Adult ADHD instead of just ADHD.  I feel like the disorder REALLY cares about how old you am.  Did you see that?  That was me getting distracted.

Skipping to the bad part.  It is now 9:13 PM.  The last time I checked my blood sugar, it was 49 and since then I have eaten lunch and every piece of candy that has dared crossed my path.  My next appointment with the endocrinologist is on the 5th of October. Which seems strangely far away.  I do not want to come home with a 9 for my A1C, but yet I can only seem to keep my focus on my blood sugar from about 6AM to about 15 minutes later.  The rest of the day it is either I have completely forgotten that I am a diabetic or I have realized that I have forgotten and feel that it is too late for me to fix today.

Speaking of the rest of the day, remember when I was telling you about it? Not really.  Yeah, me neither.  I worked, I came home, gave the wife the car, fed the baby, walked to the grocery store, bought food, walked home, made dinner, and I think I took my shoes off somewhere in there.  I know I burnt my fingers when I tried to remove the pan from the oven with my bare hands.  Has it been so long since you have used an oven that you forgot it was hot?  Seriously?

I meant to do a better description of the day, but it is getting late.  Where does the time go?  Well, it is now 9:17 PM and I need to get one daughter fed and to bed and the other needs to wake up so that she does not keep her mother up all night. You also need to apply burn cream to your index fingers.  Why did only the index fingers burn?  I will describe the family eventually.  For now, just know my wife and I have a 5 year old, a 4 month old, and a fish.