Nothing like a spring cold and some high numbers to take the zip out of your step.  I am grateful that I can make adjustments and get back on track, although adjusting my basal wasn’t my first thought.  My first thought was to play the victim and whine about it and feel sorry for myself.  Which I did for a bit, then took the reins back and did something to get me to a better place.  It isn’t always fun and its emotionally draining, but I like calling the shots, waaaaay better than being the victim.

I think that applies to more than just spring colds…