Trying to understand my life with diabetes, I came to the conclusion that the controlling factor is not my right or left or female brain, but my Diabetes Brain. After some thought, I decided that the Diabetes Brain is a small organ sitting atop my pancreas, sending out instructions according to its mood. My DB has a variety of moods, combining the mind-brain-body connections. For instance, on days that I eat low carb and have moderate exercise, sometimes my DB lets me have good blood sugars, and other times it sends me on my familiar roller coaster. In the first instance, it is either in a good mood or asleep, and in the second, it is feeling capricious or downright devilish.
Show me the results for any day, and I'll show you a different DB mood. My Diabetes Brain really takes delight in embarassing me on doctor's appointments, like the time I went so low sitting in his office that my whole time was spent trying to stabilize my blood sugar, depriving me of the chance to talk about an infection that was developing. The nurse came up with some chocolate chip cookies, and I drove home high. I'll bet the little guy on top of my pancreas just grinned and grinned all day. Moods.