It's back to work for Gingy for two nights and then six nights off. We had a fantastic weekend together and now it's Monday and the crap is hitting the fan. I got an email from my Diabetes Educator telling me that we need to get together soon. I called her and she told me that my triglycerides are 1300 and that they are the highest she's ever seen them for me and that my a1c is 11. Holy crap! I know when I stopped treating my D this would happen and I was right. It's back on the wagon for me. I knew this would happen and I've got no one to blame by myself. I've got a pit in my stomach now. I'm lucky I'm not dead. I can have a stroke or heart attack from my idiocy. Winnie and my doc are going to tag team me on Friday and I'm so not looking forward to that. Up one side and down the other. My fast this morning was 236 which is way lower than I thought it would be. Here's to being a D.