Living with a Diabetic Me

For anyone who's been wondering why I haven't posted since last August, the answer is simple.  Around that time, I got whacked with the irony stick:  I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. 
I have to say, Tony spoiled me when it comes to living with diabetes.  His blood sugar was pretty well controlled in a very short amount of time, whereas mine is still not steady after 8 months.  Of course, he was on insulin, and I am not.
What gets me about this situation, though, is that veterinary medicine seems to have a better handle on this disease than human medicine.  I don't have a problem with my doctor, but I am amazed at the anger so many diabetics have toward the American Diabetes Association and how their recommendations differ from what I am seeing from other authorities.
I didn't have too many problems with my dog Tony when it came to maintaining his diet and insulin regimen, now that I look back on it.  His vet did periodic blood sugar curve tests (over an entire day), and his insulin was adjusted based on those, but most of the so-called authorities don't seem to think it's necessary for humans to find out what their blood sugar is doing over the course of a day, ever.  To be fair, my mother's endocrinologist has her testing five times a day (good thing she has Medicare; you wouldn't believe the price of test strips). 
Anyway, I've got a big backlog of doggie material that I'll be sharing soon, and with a brand-new viewpoint into how it feels to be diabetic.