This diabetes keeps following me like an annoying rugrat, turning up like a bad penny, bad dream, smelly deli, I could go on. I came home yesterday and was really irritable, on edge, and all over feeling like crap. Blood was 250. Oh boy. Then I got mad whining about not being able to eat anything. I drank a bottle of water, cup of coffee, and a pile of peanuts. The number came down and I felt better. I think I read somewhere that stress elevates blood sugar. The observation sure stressed me...I was a wreck. I'm not kidding myself, I must have eaten something wrong. Ugh.