I’m back.

This morning’s fasting blood glucose: 5.2 mmol/L. Fantastic!

Today’s total insulin dosage: 1 injection of 4 units Levemir. Just wonderful!

Flu and type 1 diabetes are a frightful combination. Two weeks ago I was injecting 30-40 units of insulin a day in a vain attempt to get my blood sugars below 10 mmol.

The body has it’s own inscrutable strategy for fighting an infection.

In the end one can do only two things: rest and keep the faith.

And rest I did: sleeping for 15 hours a day was the norm. I could sleep anywhere, any time, any position. Only waking to observe raging blood sugars, inject ever increasingย amountsย of insulin, while eating next to nothing.

I looked like death warmed up. And felt it.

But I was recovering, painfully slowly. Rest, let the world spin without my input. Asleep, mouth agape in an easy chair.

Trying to keep the faith. Trust that my vegan plant based high starch no fat diet is right for me.

The pressure to recant, to renounce, to apostatise, to eat animal carcasses, to eat fat, was enormous. At first it was left unspoken, but I could see it clearly in their eyes: your diet is doing this to you.

I kept the faith.

Then Sarah caught me out.

As I squirrelled a crumb of home made sausage roll into my starving face, she said: “Opa Rien, my mum says you are vegan.” And then pounced for the kill: “that has meat in it!”

I kept the faith.

Well, almost. ๐Ÿ˜