Oh, Hi There!

So – I’m not doing such a great job of writing here on this blog!

I’m also not doing such a great job of reading other blogs. So if you’re here reading this one, thanks very much. If you leave a comment I promise to go read your blog and leave a comment!

Oh, well.

We went to Ireland! And had a fabulous time!

2014-09-11 024 (600x800)I ate too much. I drank more beer in a week than I drink in  several months. And I learned that I really, really like Irish Coffee.

We totally enjoyed being tourists and visiting places we’ve only read about or seen on TV.

Favorite? The people we met were simply lovely and helpful and friendly and kind and fun and… you get the idea.

We did a tour thing – Irish Pubs and Folklore. It was our first tour thing. It was worth it to NOT have to drive on the left hand side of the roads.

The d-thing? I did okay. I brought enough supplies to outfit a small clinic (not really, but maybe…???) and didn’t have any mishaps. Yay, me!

2014-09-16 001 (600x800)I brought home candy bars. Not sweaters, not Waterford Crystal – chocolate candy bars. The ones made there taste much better than the ones made here.
And yes, I can eat these. Haven’t yet, though. They’re in the fridge for now.

 

 

 

 

Nope, I did not kiss the Blarney Stone. But I did walk up ALL those steps so I could take pictures.

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This was in a store window. Has nothing to do with Dexcom but it made me smile.

 

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Good Grief!

I happily posted this on FB last night: “M (aka my husband) just did his first Dexcom insert in MY arm. Yay for my T3!”

15 minutes later – “Sensor Failed” (I didn’t do an FB post for that. I don’t like showing my stupidity on FB.)

I think we skipped a step – he was nervous – I was stupid and nervous. We’ve been married a very long time but he’s never had to shoot a needle into me.

So we did it again. And so far, it’s working just fine. Although its first few hours were a little wonky and really annoying at 2am but… “It’s 2am and your blood sugar is 42.” No it wasn’t. Sigh… It was 92.

Today’s been good. I just keep forgetting it’s there when I’m changing clothes. Luckily, I haven’t ripped it off, yet.

 

My Smart Endo

Last week’s endo appointment was quite nice. I’m beginning to feel like she’s a friend, you know the kind – the one that stands in the yard chatting with you and you just know they’re listening, really listening to you.

The facts – A1c was .3 up and I’m good with that, and so is she. All my labs show that I’m normal and she just kept smiling. Expressed awe at cholesterol numbers and was happy to see that thyroid and other tests all check out ok.

My issue was my bouncy numbers. I spike high after breakfast (8-10 carbs, normally) and don’t really come back down (all the way) before lunch. Then I spike high after lunch but by 4 to 5 o’clock, Dexcom is screaming at me because I’m low.

So we both stared at my Diasend printout of my Ping pump’s bgs/doses/carbs. (Oh – she threw out all my numbers from 10 days in California!) And she’s circling numbers and pointing out trends (which of course I’m blind to) and then says, let’s try this. So – we changed my IC ratio for breakfast and lunch – upped the carb ratio by one – which is actually downed the carbs by one???. And added/upped my basal rate for the afternoons by .5. And lowered the ISF for lunch and the afternoon.

It’s working, so far. Well, until this morning when I had a very small portion of bread pudding at work. That small bit turned out to be more than 30 carbs… I guessed… I was wrong… It tasted great!

This afternoon after a call from my husband, I announced to another staff member that I have a wonderful husband. She asked if we were going out to dinner. And I said, “Nope, he just called to say he’d stop at the drug store and pick up my insulin for me!”

I also work with wonderful people. As we were closing up the office, Dexcom beeped to say I was low. I tested. I was a little under 80 and decided to drink a juice box before I drove home. Two friends/co-workers sat there with me while I slurped my grape juice and waited until I tested ok to drive.

2013-04-19 001And finally – lunch with Shannon after my endo appointment. We chatted our way through a yummy lunch and barely talked about diabetes (her son has Type 1). Now that the snow has stopped (we hope…), we plan to get together again during the summer. Anyone up in this area is always invited to join us!

Up, down, all around

Some short thoughts…

How come I can’t get a Dexcom sensor to last longer than 10 days? It’s not a tape issue. They just go to the ??? and stay there.

I need to get this morning BG number thing straightened out. It’s exasperating, frustrating and makes me angry. If I stayed in bed maybe it wouldn’t go UP!

My Dexcom rep called this afternoon. Wanted to know how I was doing with the G4. I told her about the USB cover and she said she’d heard there were others. I also asked her about the 6 month life span of the transmitter. She said it’s actually 6-9 months and a warning screen will let me know that the battery is low. At that time, you have about a week left so she said to call immediately to order a new one.

Dexcom said 120 this afternoon about 30 minutes before I left work. I didn’t even look at it when I left. Dexcom then beeped and shouted as I drove into my driveway, that I was at 73. I told it that it was stupid. Tested – and I was stupid – meter said 75. I almost always check it before I leave but I didn’t today. If it’s close to low, then I test with my meter before driving. I will make myself check. I will put a sticky note in my car. Oh, I have a 5 minute commute. But that’s no excuse.

My BG tends to jump up high shortly after eating anything. But when it starts dropping, it drops quickly.

We are off to California next week. It’ll be strange not see snow. Not to worry, I’ll enjoy it. We haven’t put away the snow shovels, yet.

Mind Games

I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t have to do Sudoku or Crossword Puzzles or Circle the Word games to keep my older mind active and learning.

I have Diabetes and it plays enough mind games with me.

I have a pump and it keeps me alert and awake some nights with its beeps and songs.

I have a CGM and it is the first thing I look at it the morning. Good number usually means a good day. A rotten number usually means I start my day with “What??” or one those George Carlin words. (Back in the old days, those words were not usually uttered in public…)

The Ping song last night was my own fault. I’m cheap and even though I knew the reservoir was going to dip below 10 units, I knew it would make it through the night. It did but it was noisy.

Dex at 2am, when Ping was singing “You’re going to run out of insulin,” said 140’s, so not bad.

Dex at 6am said over 200. (Insert one or more George Carlin words here.)

Got up, corrected, drank coffee, read blogs.

Dex kept climbing.

I refused to change out the Ping inset until I took a shower, so did another correction.

Dex kept climbing so I gave up and took the shower. Where I removed the inset. And promptly notice a crusty, bloody bump. (I didn’t take a photo – aren’t you happy?)

Oh…

Did a new site. Over-corrected because Ping thinks I have enough insulin. And by mid-morning, all was good.

I won! Kind Bars from Joanne – over at Death of a Pancreas.
In addition to some yummy stuff, Elise drew a picture!
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I knew I was going to go low…

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I knew it was going to happen. We had spaghetti for dinner along with some bread and a salad. I’m tired of measuring out my measly pasta serving so I doubled it – but – I did bolus for it (damn, I hardly ever bolus that much for any meal). Halfway through dinner, I started feeling not so great. Nothing specific, just didn’t feel good. And I didn’t want to eat any more. I should have cut down my basal but I didn’t think of that until this morning…

In any case, at 12:30am, Dexcom screeched and I tested. It wasn’t awful, a 60 something, so I drank the juice (which was on my nightstand), and tried to go back to sleep. Dexcom beeped some more and I kept pushing the button to shut it up. At 1am, I got up, tested again and was still 60 something. So now I’m up and I don’t want juice. So, I ate chocolate covered peanuts (I know – not a good choice). (They’re very, very tasty chocolate covered peanuts…???) Husband was sleeping peacefully and I probably should have alerted him, but I didn’t…

Did the Facebook thing, looked at Twitter, checked blogs but you know, there aren’t many of us posting blogs at 1am… When I attempted to retest, I couldn’t find my handy, dandy lancet. Searched the kitchen, the bathroom, checked the floor near the bed and finally found it in the bed.

It took awhile. I knew not to eat everything in the kitchen. I knew to keep testing. Once the number started its upward trend, I went back to bed.

And yes, I know I should have just snarfed down another juice box.

And yes, next time I’ll put a temporary stop on my basal.

But – the chocolate covered peanuts were yummy.

Woke up at 167. Not great, but not bad…