Using a CGMS, in my case, Dexcom, has become a love/hate relationship.
I don’t mind carrying an extra piece of d-stuff. Although, it’s amazing how many times I leave it sitting in one room when I go to another room. That’s not a huge problem as our home isn’t that big, really. Work? That’s a whole different scenario.
I did some shopping last week (yippee for a trip to the endo and the mall) and wanted to find some new pants. My criteria, other than fit – I want pockets!
When DD (darn Dexcom) is right, it’s almost as exciting as seeing that elusive “104” on a meter. When DD is wrong, well, it’s really quite annoying, especially in the middle of the night. I keep thinking of the old tale, “The boy who cried wolf.” The other night, around 3am, it tried to tell me I was 39. I don’t think so – tested and was 164. I worry that I’ll get complacent and ignore it. I did get up and test but – it was very tempting to just shove it under the bed.
A few nights ago we were driving to a function in another town, about 30 minutes away. I was driving, Dexcom buzzed, husband checked it (it was in my purse) and it said I was below 80. I knew it was wrong but – pulled over when we could and did a meter check. Yup, you guessed it, Dexcom was right. So we switched drivers, I ate some Skittles (really don’t like Skittles) and we had a great time at the party.
Symlin update – not much to report. I’ve used it twice. No nausea. BUT – no lower bg’s either. In fact, they were very, very high. (How annoying!) I’ve contacted the endo’s office and will see what she advises. I want it to work but… I’m not convinced that it’s going to work for me.
Meanwhile – this ad cracks me up. (It doesn’t take much…) (Remember, I’m older than most of you…)