Endocrinologist told me that [whatever the technical name is for the shit blood sugar does, don't ask me because I just listen to him like an Irish Setter Puppy with no idea of words but cueing in on voice and emotions] is so much better that he wonders if I even need insulin anymore.
So I fessed up that I had mostly skipped it the past month because blood sugar wasn't all that high. On hearing that, he for sure told me to keep skipping it at least 3 more weeks to see if my body would keep getting better on its own.
Except that morning before the doctor visit, I had put on a scratchy Velvet Underground record and hunched on a mattress in the basement to shoot up a dose of insulin. A couple months ago, it would have been a somewhat light dose. But taken now, after none for a month? 30 minutes after I left the office, I crashed. Blurry vision, Loopiness. I lined my car up on a McDonalds like a wounded Kamikaze pilot aiming at a battleship, staggered in, incoherent, and had a Bless Your Heart Child cashier make up a basic order for me of essential McDonaldland foods. French fries save lives.
So yeah, maybe no more insulin for a while.