Being a diabetic is like dancing on a cord, the Dutch equivalent of tightrope walking. Carefully we balance our sugar, charting a course between the  Scylla of too low which could result in the instant dead in bed syndrome, and the Charybdis of too high which could result in premature dead in bed and anywhere else syndrome.

My fasting glucose this morning was 4.6 mmol (83 mg/dl), dead on the normal number! Woohoo!

There is greater joy in heaven (and here too) over one diabetic who gets his or her sugar right, than over 99 with a righteous pancreas who don’t even know their sugars, nor need to. 😉