I woke up this morning and felt like I had been run over by a train.  My immediate thought was oh,oh my BG must be through the roof.  My body hurt I was drowsy despite getting a decent amount of sleep.  It  had to be.

My first order of duty though was not my bg but the plantar fasciitis.  After slowly getting up, I took the boot off and did some downward dogs and general slow stretching and massaging the area.  I crawled down the stairs to put on the coffee and make some breakfast.  Finally, I check the sugar.  WTF! It was only 214… not anything that should make me feel like the pile of crap that I do.  Well, I guess if it wasn’t the BG it could have been the run in the heat yesterday or the wine I drank last night.  Not everything can be blamed on the diabetes!  Some days you just wake up and never shake that dragged out hit by a train feeling.