pokey pokey update

I got a call from the nurse @ my midwife clinic. She was laughing. I asked her why. She says "You're TOO GOOD!" Again, I asked her why. Apparently no one else who has ever done this week-long finger-poking stint has ever kept a food journal. I told her, "it didn't make much sense for me to tell you my blood glucose levels without telling you what I ate, now, really...". Even while she was laughing at how anal-retentive thorough I was, she proved me right in that she said I had only one bad number, the 158, and she was able to easily pinpoint that it was the maple syrup and lack of protein with the meal. Nothing to worry about, just keep up the protein. Done.

My fingertips are mostly healed. Oh, she also laughed and said I was the only person she'd ever met who would rather poke themselves with a pointy lancet than a spring-loaded one with a hidden point. And she was still laughing even after my sensible explanation (you only need a tiny drop of blood to check your glucose in the monitor, and with the non-spring-loaded ones, your fingertips don't take over a week to heal, they're actually fine the next day). I guess we patients with a minor interest in medicine or a lack of squeamishness about our own bodies are actually really freaking hilarious. I'm glad I made her day.

On the low-glycemic tip, I made agave nectar brownies last night, but I'm not going to share the recipe because they are rather cakey and lackluster. Even my nearly-4-year-old didn't like them. Quite unsatisfying but at least I got to have some guilt-free chocolate.