Nope, not the socks, the diabetes.
Having opened a new vial of insulin today, I now have normal numbers. I have not had anything approaching normal for the past 3 days. It’s been quite annoying.
Last Friday I was a PPWD, perfect person with diabetes.
On Saturday I wasn’t, but I figured my pancreas was getting back at me for my having the nerve to think I knew what I was doing on Friday.
On Sunday I ate a bagel. I haven’t had a bagel in a long, long time. This bagel had actually been baked (bageled?) in New York City on Saturday morning, then brought to me on Sunday morning. In spite of bolusing more insulin than I normally use for a meal, THE number stayed higher than normal all day. Oh well.
On Monday I decided to try again. I mean, it was a holiday. I didn’t have to work. I deserved a treat! Right? I ate less than half, took a bit of extra insulin. And the highs still appeared. I gave up. The bagels are now in the freezer (along w/ the whoopie pies).
On Tuesday I woke up at 123. After my 2 cups of coffee and shower I tested again before eating my normal, meager breakfast (yogurt and 2 sausage patties). I was 175. Damn, that’s ridiculous. Did the b’fast bolus and correction bolus.
Before lunch, 143 – what is going on??? Bolused, corrected, ate lunch.
Three hours later – 238. This is asinine. Another correction and by dinner I’m at 116. All is good (no, not really).
This morning, a thunderstorm rolled through at 5am and… I was awake. Got up, tested at 157. Not terrible but went ahead and did a correction before I drank any coffee. Did a site change – no issues. Tested before b’fast and it’s 218. Corrected, bolused, ate. Two hours later – 244.
So, I closed my office and drove home (5 minute trip). Dumped the cartridge with 100 units (just loaded 2 hours before), opened a new vial of insulin and a cartridge, did a small correction (after – – – and I’m so proud of myself for thinking of this – – – priming out the old insulin that was in the tubing – woo-hoo!) and – by 10:30 (back at the office) it’s 210.
By lunch, 90 minutes later, it’s 122. Bolused, ate.
Two hours after lunch – 116.
Home now, 5 hours after lunch – 110.
I normally don’t refrigerate my insulin when I open a new vial. Maybe I’ll start putting it back in the fridge?
The insulin may have been a little over 4 weeks but not much, out of the fridge. I hate wasting insulin.
Today’s question – Do you keep your insulin in the fridge all of the time?
I don’t know where I read it but I thought cold insulin was supposed to sting. It didn’t this morning so maybe I’ll keep it in the fridge from now on.
This is a pain in the a**. But you know that.
Oh – endo appointment, next week. Figures…
Below, a gift from a friend many years ago. I may have to re-stuff it soon!
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