Stress and Pain

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Hi Y'all,

All your well wishes and prayers worked well, after my near death pains on

Thursday night I woke Friday weak and drained, but clearly over the hill. I

haven't a clue what brought that episode to a peak so suddenly, but am just

as thankful that it disappeared as quickly as it came. I rested Friday, only

stirring to give Austin's room a thorough dusting and opened all the windows

to let in fresh air......until I saw that our horrible puce green pollen dust

was

settling on all the newly dusted furniture! Alas, SPRING is truly here, and

with

it comes the pollen from all the southern pines that our fine state is so

abundant in! Next it will be the azaela's in bloom, and I will be walking about

with nose running and eyes watering, for this poor tranplanted Yankee girl is

allergic to both the pine pollen and azaela's, much to my southern born

husband's disbelief. 'Tis only fitting, though, as he is just as allergic to

snow!

I woke with excitement on Saturday, my pleasure slightly squashed when I

did my FBG test and it was 175! Oh, the joys of brittle diabetes! On a regular

day it's around 80-90 when I rise. So I corrected it, dosing insulin as I

normally would for that high a BG and an hour later was down to 30.....so I

knew the whole day was going to be one long battle juggling with my levels

and needing to test every couple of hours. Oh well, no problem!! I had all

day to wait, with nothing to do anyway, but count the hours, until it was time

for me to go to the airport to pick up Austin. I stopped at the weekly antiques

auction site which is on the way to the airport. On their website I'd seen a

gorgeous antique mahogany ton rice planter's four poster bed that I

was interested in bidding on as a wedding gift for my daughter and future SIL.

It still hadn't come up for bidding when it was time for me to leave for the

airport, then while I was in the ladies room checking my BG's and shooting

yet once again before I got on the road....yup, you guessed it....I could hear

over the loudspeakers that it came up! Before I could get myself buttoned

back up and out to the auction floor, it was snapped up for a steal at $700.

It seems that my bad episode Wednesday night may have been brought on

my unconscious anticipation (stress) about my grandson's arrival. You all

know that stress seems to effect us in a negative manner. Even though the

doctor's don't acknowledge this as a cause, I do. Whether this stress could

actually CAUSE an attack is what I'd be interested in seeing researched. I

remember back to October and my anticipation about our trip to Belize, which

intensified the closer the arrival date approached, bringing me into a full

acute

attack by the time we were flying in the airplane halfway to Belize. It really

makes me wonder, because of what happened then, and a smaller episode

so similar now.

Can any of you think of any times that you've had an acute attack that may

have been brought on purely by stress? I'd be interested to see if there's any

solid correlation there.

BTW, my boy's here and we're doing just fine. He's already got one of his

buddy's from school here for the afternoon and he's asked his grandad to

cook up a big steak on the grill as his welcome home dinner tonight (I've got

some grouper in the frig).

Jac, that was a very observant post that you made to me, and I do think you

are so right. It's not the arrival that is so stressful, it's the knowledge

that in

less than a week I'll be back at that airport kissing him goodbye, which is the

hardest part to do. Your gentle, understanding analysis was right on the

mark....it will be so difficult, but I plan to enjoy every minute until then.

So you may not hear too much from me this week, or at least not until after

bedtime. Thanks to all of you!

With hope and prayers,

Heidi

Heidi H. Griffeth

South Carolina

SC & SE Regional Rep.

PAI, Intl.

Note: All comments or advice are personal opinion only, and should never be

substituted for consultation with a medical professional.