Short tempered.
Ill as a hornet.
Aggravated.
Depressed.
Sleepy.
Hungry.
Thirsty.
.
.
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These are what I become when I’m high. I transform from my normal, easy going self to this evil little.., umm, witch (substituted for another word) that I know I’m not. I hate that I cannot control it at times. I hate that it interferes with relationships with friends and family.
This has been me this morning. My overnight bg skyrocketed because I over-corrected a low. I got it back in range, but then I had to change my pod. I forgot to bolus the extra 0.5u as I usually do, and here we go again. 
Up to the 200′s again. It upsets me because I had such a great day yesterday.
I know it’ll be okay, and I’ll be back in range soon, but it doesn’t make my attitude right. It doesn’t excuse me for my behavior. I want to know how to control it. I want to know how to change my frame of mind when I am high so that I can at least be tolerable to others around me. Maybe I should invent an invisible screaming box for when it happens so I can go into it, be invisible, and scream, pitch my fit, and get it out of my system without anyone knowing. But, then again, it will probably end up not working and I’ll be like Steve Carell in the movie “Get Smart” where he asks permission to use the cone of silence and it doesn’t work. Then everyone would see my fit anyway.
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I am with you on the hate of highs. I too become a total jerk when I am too high. I hate it so much!
I hate being high almost more than being low. Well maybe not more but in a different way. I don’t usually get cranky (although I certainly did the other night!) but I just hate all the other crappy feelings that come with it. I hope by now your readings are in a much better range!