Last night Daughter checked her blood sugar before supper. It was 360 (normal is less than 120). She stared at her meter in disbelief, "I wasn't into anything. I swear I wasn't into anything."
I told her to wash her hands and recheck. She did. Her blood sugar came down to 224. "Okay, what were you into? I figure you were into fruit and some juice was left on your fingers. Was it grapes, a peach?"
I will be so glad when I can lock all the food up. Three weeks from today we will be moving in.