Because my swaggering immune system committed foul play on the beta cells in my islets, this is the first Thanksgiving, a day of gastronomic indulgence, when I cannot liberally indulge myself in carbohydrates. Even when I was not a diabetic, I still exercised much prudence too avoid gaining weight by the overconsumption of calories, but I now practically have no capacity to digest carbohydrates using endogenous insulin that even a small piece of fruit would raise my blood glucose outside of the normal range. However, I may just say "fuck it" and eat whatever I want while undercompensating for the insulin dosage; overcompensating can potentially induce a severe hypoglycemic episode . I did that at an all Saints Day party, and my blood sugar went up to 192 mg/dL one time (which is outside of the normal postprandial range and is near a diagnostic criterion for diabetes). Usually, I can keep my blood sugar below 100 consistently with a little attention and moderation, that is severely restricting carbohydrate intake. I used about 12 IUs fasting-acting insulin (insulin glulisine) (I empirically estimated that 7 grams of carbs equals 1 IU, and 11 is the average amount of fast-acting carbs I use per day) of insulin to cover the carbs I had that night, even though I most likely consumed fewer carbs than the average person at the party.
Still, what would your relatively carefree Thanksgiving gustory experience would be? Surely there would be no concerns about the pharmacokinetics and dynamics of injected insulin. Try to make me jealous with some exotic offering instead of pedestrian turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, and pumpkin pie. I am not really not bitter at all as the consumption of food does not really excite me, but I do feel socially alienated (and I am also autistic too) when I recently went to a diner with people from a Catholic young adult group without ordering anything because I was not neither hungry nor enticed by the menu and mainly I did not want to bother with the issue of insulin dosage when my body does not need food and my blood is at 80 (which the concentration for a fasted, non-diabetic ).
Still, what would your relatively carefree Thanksgiving gustory experience would be? Surely there would be no concerns about the pharmacokinetics and dynamics of injected insulin. Try to make me jealous with some exotic offering instead of pedestrian turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, and pumpkin pie. I am not really not bitter at all as the consumption of food does not really excite me, but I do feel socially alienated (and I am also autistic too) when I recently went to a diner with people from a Catholic young adult group without ordering anything because I was not neither hungry nor enticed by the menu and mainly I did not want to bother with the issue of insulin dosage when my body does not need food and my blood is at 80 (which the concentration for a fasted, non-diabetic ).
