i am excited to report a MAJOR diabetes success this weekend! on saturday night, eric made pizza from scratch, and i was somehow able to be gluttonous and eat an entire mini pizza (four small slices-- about 88 carbs) and wake up with a fasting blood sugar of 100! the last time eric made pizza, my fasting blood sugar was 371! wooooot to the woot woot woot!
i split my dose 36% upfront and then spread the remaining 64% out over 6 hours. at bedtime, i was at 160, and so i pumped in another .3u (seems tiny, but sometimes makes a big difference overnight) and woke up with the best sugar i have had in weeks. i think in general, i will continue to try that split, and then spread out the square part of the bolus over a loooong period of time, maybe even longer next time. also, i think i may have OVERestimated my carbs on this (i went low a LOT this weekend; i think my ratio is shifting on me again) and that actually helped me in this situation. pizza can be a sneaky mofo.
i probably won't be able to replicate my success in the future exactly, because who knows what variables actually combined to create such diabetic perfection, but whatever. i am thrilled to bits! so thrilled, in fact, that when i talked to my mom on the phone last night, i blurted, "DO YOU WANT TO HEAR THE MOST AMAZING NEWS EVER?" then i had to take it down a few notches, because every time i start a sentence like that, she thinks that i am getting married.
week one of half marathon training is complete. i have 11 more to go. yesterday i did my "long" run of five miles. it was kind of steamy out, and i am an extremely sweaty girl. but i forgot my neon yellow wrist sweatband (it makes me look so cool and athletic!), so toward the end of the run, sweat was running in my eyes and blinding me. but other than the temporary loss of sight, i felt really good. i got a little stitch in my side around mile four, but ran through that. my legs aren't sore today at all, thanks to my stretching afterward.
the only downer was that i ran with my nifty new timex watch (the cheapest one i could find that has a stopwatch on it) and i checked it several times during the run to monitor my pace. when i got home, i calculated everything out, and i averaged about a 10-minute mile. that doesn't take into account the amount of time i waited at lights and spent darting around pedestrians, but still, not quite the pace i'd ideally like to run at-- in my dreams, i picture myself doing around an 8-minute mile. so i was a little frustrated at first. but then i realized that this is really only my first week of serious training, and just the fact that i am trying to DO this while juggling the 'betes is challenge enough. i think i become so competitive sometimes that i don't really recognize my own limits. i think that right now, it's okay to run a 10-minute mile. maybe in the future, i can work on cutting time, but now i should just concentrate on getting through the miles and handling my blood sugar in the best way i can.
in other news, i know i don't exactly have a huge readership here, but if you are reading this and you have any suggestions of songs that are fun to run to, leave me a comment! no song is too cheesy. after all, i do know every word of shoop and tiny dancer. give me another few weeks, and i'll be able to say the same about don't stop believin'.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Thursday, July 5, 2007
anniversary.
i have been pumping for one whole year! that's right... 365 days in my life have now been spent wearing that not-as-tiny-as-adversized device on my belt and wrestling with that tangly tubing. over the past year, numerous people have asked me about my pager (making me feel like an early 1990s drug dealer) and my ipod. (seriously, what ipod has huge blue buttons with text on them?!) i've come perilously close to losing it to the toilet a few times (if it's not clipped onto my pants snugly enough) and my helpful coworker has warned me not to jump into lake ontario while wearing it (not the most necessary piece of advice).
despite all of the wardrobe difficulties and curiosity it has inspired, the pump is one of the top five things that has happened to me all year... maybe even top two. it's given me flexibility, better control, and the magical dual wave bolus. it's helped me realize that i CAN have soft-serv and donuts and sometimes a piece of pizza. it's helped me accept the diabetes craziness.
a few months ago, eric and i were driving home to rochester from boston and stopped at a rest stop on the thruway. as we were paying for our delicious roy rogers, the cashier at eric's register pointed to me and said, "hey man, do you know that girl?" eric got a little bit angry, thinking that the guy was going to say something rude. but instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his own minimed 522 and they just smiled.
despite the kinked sets, bubbles in the tubing, infusion site woes, and all the rest, i do love that pump.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
day one, day two.
days one and two of half-marathon training came in rapid succession. i went to the gym last night and did my strength and stretching, and then i got up early today to run before work because i am going to see the sox tonight.ooooeee! some workout-related lessons and tidbits:
1. chocolate milk is the nectar of the gods. i had one of those lil' cartons on the busride to the gym yesterday, and it was a magical experience. it was actually BETTER than i remember. it didn't taste nearly as much like cardboard as it did back in the day. i had about 1/2 of the container (~13.5 carbs) and that was not enough to get me through my workout. i finished up with a blood sugar of 55. booo. but that is actually a yaaaay, because that means that next time, i can prolly have 3/4 of the container, at least!
2. i am the worst/best stretcher in the world. reasons why i am the worst: i am too impatient and don't know any good stretching exercises. reasons why i am the best: there is only one. my incredibly short legs give the illusion that i am far more flexible than i actually am. i can easily touch my palms to the ground without bending my legs... but that would be because my inseam is about 27''.
3. i jog at the exact pace of tom petty's "you don't know how it feels." in other words, i am pretty dadgummit slow.
tomorrow, i am going to try some running at the track... helen gave me some good tips from her old cross country days, and now i am ready to rumble.
go sox.
Monday, July 2, 2007
half marathon training: day one
it's here! today i begin training for a half marathon!
after lots of deliberation (too much, yet totally typical for the sort of person that i am), i finally decided to just go ahead and sign up for a half marathon. i was going to do the boston athetic association half marathon (the same peeps who put on the boston marathon), but then i psyched myself out for the following reasons:
a. there were really fast-looking kenyans on the website
b. i have a hunch that it might cost oodles of money to register
so instead i signed up for the applefest half marathon in hollis, new hamster. it only cost $30 clams to register, it's only an hour from boston, and there is FREE APPLE CRISP AT THE FINISH LINE. even if i don't feel like eating it after running all that way, it's still nice to know that it's there. and they do offer a free long-sleeved tech shirt for registering... and lord knows that those are my achilles heel! i love me a free tee shirt.
if i start training today, i will have exactly three months to prepare for this mofo. after a lot of research (an informal survey of the people i know who have managed to do full marathons), i decided on hal higdon's half marathon training program. i decided to do the intermediate version not because i am a good runner, because i am really not. but the intermediate starts out at a level where the exercise that i am doing will help me keep my diabetes under control, whereas the beginner program's first couple weeks didn't seem like enough of a challenge to keep my beastly sugars tamed. because i do so much of my diabetes management through exercise, this was one of my biggest concerns. and i figure that if the intermediate becomes too much too soon, i can always switch back to the beginner training program.
i am worried/ interested to see how my sugars hold up during this period of training. i am expecting tons of trial and error. eric is helping me design (okay, he's designing it for me-- i am not helping at all) a comprehensive spreadsheet that will serve as my running diary. in it, i plan to track the extent of my workout, time, route, foods eaten, and pre, during (if necessary), and post blood sugars. i think that although i may not be able to come up with foolproof ways to handle the diabetes factor, i'll at least be able to make good decisions based on the data that i record.
so here we go. monday: day one. stretch and strengthen at the gym! (cue rocky theme song.)
after lots of deliberation (too much, yet totally typical for the sort of person that i am), i finally decided to just go ahead and sign up for a half marathon. i was going to do the boston athetic association half marathon (the same peeps who put on the boston marathon), but then i psyched myself out for the following reasons:
a. there were really fast-looking kenyans on the website
b. i have a hunch that it might cost oodles of money to register
so instead i signed up for the applefest half marathon in hollis, new hamster. it only cost $30 clams to register, it's only an hour from boston, and there is FREE APPLE CRISP AT THE FINISH LINE. even if i don't feel like eating it after running all that way, it's still nice to know that it's there. and they do offer a free long-sleeved tech shirt for registering... and lord knows that those are my achilles heel! i love me a free tee shirt.
if i start training today, i will have exactly three months to prepare for this mofo. after a lot of research (an informal survey of the people i know who have managed to do full marathons), i decided on hal higdon's half marathon training program. i decided to do the intermediate version not because i am a good runner, because i am really not. but the intermediate starts out at a level where the exercise that i am doing will help me keep my diabetes under control, whereas the beginner program's first couple weeks didn't seem like enough of a challenge to keep my beastly sugars tamed. because i do so much of my diabetes management through exercise, this was one of my biggest concerns. and i figure that if the intermediate becomes too much too soon, i can always switch back to the beginner training program.
i am worried/ interested to see how my sugars hold up during this period of training. i am expecting tons of trial and error. eric is helping me design (okay, he's designing it for me-- i am not helping at all) a comprehensive spreadsheet that will serve as my running diary. in it, i plan to track the extent of my workout, time, route, foods eaten, and pre, during (if necessary), and post blood sugars. i think that although i may not be able to come up with foolproof ways to handle the diabetes factor, i'll at least be able to make good decisions based on the data that i record.
so here we go. monday: day one. stretch and strengthen at the gym! (cue rocky theme song.)
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
food for thought.
this article on cnn made me think. over the many months that i have battled with diabetes, i've been struck with how much the concerns that i have about food parallel the concerns of someone who struggles with an eating disorder. the amount of thought that diabetics have to put into a meal can seem excessive to others without the disease. (the closest i come to exploding is when people look at me while i am trying to figure out the amount of carbs in a meal and say stupid stuff like, "oh my god, do you REALLY need to do all that math?", as if this is somehow a choice-- AGH! it makes me want to punch them in the nose.) @#$%, it seems excessive to me at times. what i wouldn't give to eat just one meal without the considerations of portion size, carbohydrates, fat, insulin dose, pump delivery, highs, and lows.
when i was first diagnosed, nurses would hound me by saying things like, "well, you've got to watch your weight gain! insulin makes you put on weight!" take that and add it to the amount that we diabetics have to fixate on food, and things can get dangerous. which is why the idea of diabulima actually makes a lot of sense to me... no, this is NOT a cry for help. i'm just thinking that with all the pressure that diabetics deal with regarding food, exercise, and weight, this kind of thing happens more than we'd like to think.
when i was first diagnosed, nurses would hound me by saying things like, "well, you've got to watch your weight gain! insulin makes you put on weight!" take that and add it to the amount that we diabetics have to fixate on food, and things can get dangerous. which is why the idea of diabulima actually makes a lot of sense to me... no, this is NOT a cry for help. i'm just thinking that with all the pressure that diabetics deal with regarding food, exercise, and weight, this kind of thing happens more than we'd like to think.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
okay, okay, okay.
so my loyal boyfriend and reader eric has recommended that i make my blog a little more personal. up until now, it's really been just a ranting space for all that diabetes stress that jangles around in my head. but due to the fact that i now have an expanding readership (i think more than two people might read this site now!), i am going to take his advice. so there, eric. i listened to you for once.
i thought that a fun way to do this might be to answer some random questions. here we go:
“2 Truths And a Lie” – Share 3 unique things about yourself and your life, 2 of them true, 1 false, and let the group guess which one isn’t true.
i once became so obsessed with the salt n' pepa song "shoop" that i listened to it repeatedly until i had all of the lyrics memorized.
i can whistle the theme song to "the golden girls."
i am a die-hard red sox fan. i usually spend a significant amount of my tax return on tickets.
i thought that a fun way to do this might be to answer some random questions. here we go:
“2 Truths And a Lie” – Share 3 unique things about yourself and your life, 2 of them true, 1 false, and let the group guess which one isn’t true.
i once became so obsessed with the salt n' pepa song "shoop" that i listened to it repeatedly until i had all of the lyrics memorized.
i can whistle the theme song to "the golden girls."
i am a die-hard red sox fan. i usually spend a significant amount of my tax return on tickets.
What super-power would you most like to have, and why?
officemate erin (because of course i am doing this at work) is a comic book afficianado, so i have consulted her. she says that the classic superpowers include: flight, invisibility, super strength, super speed, and of course, laser eyes. none of these appeal to me as much as super speed does. imagine the plays i could run in flag football! and the range that i could have in the outfield! or the fact that i would have been safe at home on monday night, instead of being called out to end the softball game.
If you knew could you try anything and not fail (and money was no object), what dream would you attempt?
no doubt, i would want to be a competitive snowboarder.
Complete the statement “I recommend…” (it can be a show, movie, book, restaurant, website, activity, etc.)
because i have had journey's "don't stop believin'" stuck in my head all week, i recommend watching the sopranos if you never have. or even if you have already. start at season one, episode one, and work your way through the best series ever. it's television crack.
If you could live anywhere in the world for a year, where would it be?
i'm poring over exotic locales, but really keep coming back to my favorite place that is not too far away from here-- martha's vineyard. and honestly, i wouldn't really care too much about that... i would just want to be somewhere where all my friends and family and ice cream were within walking distance.
What cartoon character best describes you?
the gingerbread man from shrek.
What is the silliest prank you ever played on someone?
in college, my friends and i kidnapped a friend's guinea pig while she was away for the weekend and then took him on an adventure through the town of gettysburg. we chronicled the event with photos of renton the guinea pig posed in various locations. we then returned the traumatized pig to his cage and sent pics of the trip to her one by one through campus mail. the best one was of poor renton cradled in the arms of a very serious member of general lee's confederate army.
Are you always early or terminally late?
years of lateness have made me into a chronically and obsessively early person. it's so much easier.
What is your favorite book that you read as a child?
harriet the spy
What is your best memory?
this one is recent. last weekend, i went home to upstate ny for my parents' 30th anniversary. my younger sister and i planned a bunch of activities to celebrate the occasion, including a kayak trip through the park and a dinner out. after the night was over, my dad said that it was one of the best days of his life. because dad doesn't really ever say anything like this, it meant a lot.
officemate erin (because of course i am doing this at work) is a comic book afficianado, so i have consulted her. she says that the classic superpowers include: flight, invisibility, super strength, super speed, and of course, laser eyes. none of these appeal to me as much as super speed does. imagine the plays i could run in flag football! and the range that i could have in the outfield! or the fact that i would have been safe at home on monday night, instead of being called out to end the softball game.
If you knew could you try anything and not fail (and money was no object), what dream would you attempt?
no doubt, i would want to be a competitive snowboarder.
Complete the statement “I recommend…” (it can be a show, movie, book, restaurant, website, activity, etc.)
because i have had journey's "don't stop believin'" stuck in my head all week, i recommend watching the sopranos if you never have. or even if you have already. start at season one, episode one, and work your way through the best series ever. it's television crack.
If you could live anywhere in the world for a year, where would it be?
i'm poring over exotic locales, but really keep coming back to my favorite place that is not too far away from here-- martha's vineyard. and honestly, i wouldn't really care too much about that... i would just want to be somewhere where all my friends and family and ice cream were within walking distance.
What cartoon character best describes you?
the gingerbread man from shrek.
What is the silliest prank you ever played on someone?
in college, my friends and i kidnapped a friend's guinea pig while she was away for the weekend and then took him on an adventure through the town of gettysburg. we chronicled the event with photos of renton the guinea pig posed in various locations. we then returned the traumatized pig to his cage and sent pics of the trip to her one by one through campus mail. the best one was of poor renton cradled in the arms of a very serious member of general lee's confederate army.
Are you always early or terminally late?
years of lateness have made me into a chronically and obsessively early person. it's so much easier.
What is your favorite book that you read as a child?
harriet the spy
What is your best memory?
this one is recent. last weekend, i went home to upstate ny for my parents' 30th anniversary. my younger sister and i planned a bunch of activities to celebrate the occasion, including a kayak trip through the park and a dinner out. after the night was over, my dad said that it was one of the best days of his life. because dad doesn't really ever say anything like this, it meant a lot.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
ready to run
finally! my foot has been injured for months, i think since mid-march. i am now confident in saying that although it's still not 100%, it's finally good enough to withstand the pressure of jogging. woot! i am so sick of the elliptical, i'm about ready to scream, much like the screaming men on espn who i watch every day while slogging through my workout. yesterday, i went on a 4.1 mile jog, and although i am totally out of shape on the running front, i was able to make it through with no foot issues. i really am tempted to go again today, but i think that two days in a row would not be a wise thing to put my toe digits through. maybe i'll hit up the gym today and then hit the pavement tomorrow.
i am happy to feel motivated. this should prolly last me at least three days.
i am happy to feel motivated. this should prolly last me at least three days.
Monday, May 14, 2007
a morning in the life of this diabetic
5:50am
after the alarm beeps for the third time since 5:21, i become conscious enough to turn it off. i stumble out of bed, absently grabbing my meter and fat little notebook. in the kitchen, i turn on the light and check my sugar. i grimace or inwardly cheer, depending on the number that pops up on my freestyle flash meter.* before i forget my number, i open my little blood-dotted notebook for the first time, write the date on an empty page and make my first notation, which looks something like this:
121/.45
that means that my blood sugar was 121 upon waking and i have a .45 basal rate on my pump at this point in time. 121 is not a bad morning sugar for me. lately, i've actually been close to 100 a fair amount of the time, which is great. but of course, i still have my fair share of days when i wake up over 150 or 200. those days annoy the #$%^ out of me. but they happen.
6:14am
after my shower, it's time to bolus for breakfast! i think breakfast is my favorite meal... so many options. sweet? salty? toast? cereal? oatmeal? eggbeaters? yogurt? i love breakfast! a while ago, my pump nurse told me to try bolusing a half hour before i ate breakfast, because i was getting some nasty post-breakfast highs. so i am kind of stuck in this routine. i prick my finger again (my sugar changes completely in the 20 minutes between waking up and showering) and do my bolus. then i write in my little notebook:
111/.45/38/1.9
which is a code that probably only makes sense to me. the last two numbers detail the number of carbs that i am eating and the insulin dosage that's been delivered.
6:42am
it's time to eat! in the time lag between my bolus and breakfast feast, i ususally iron my clothes, style my luxurious locks of hair, pack my lunch, and make the bed. i am the model of efficiency, although i move at a snail's pace.
these days, my favorite breakfast is 3/4 cup of plain lowfat yogurt with 1 cup of strawberries and a piece of toast with reduced sugar strawberry jam. and a cup of coffee larger than my head. i always take the time for a restful breakfast in the morning. i would eat after i get to work, except i have suffered several low blood sugars after trekking to work with no food in my stomach. and so i eat my breakfast while playing on eric's laptop and managing my fantasy baseball teams to more stunning and trophy-filled seasons.
8:01am
arrive at work. meh, i really want coffee, but want to wait until at least two hours after bfast, so i can make sure my insulin did its job. so i wait. and wait.
8:42am
check my sugar. can i have coffee? most times, the answer is yes. sometimes, i have a pesky low when i get to have some gummi lifesavers along with my caffeine, which always exhausts me first thing in the am. sometimes, my blood sugar clocks in at over 200 for no apparent reason. on those days, i stick with plain tea, no milk, because i don't even want to think about more carbs in my body. but like i said, most days, i can handle a little extra coffee my system.
on those days, i write the following crypic notes in my little book:
131/.3/7/.3u
which basically notes my sugar level, basal rate, number of carbs, and insulin dose. what fun!
stay tuned for...
more episodes in this stunning serial. next up: an afternoon in the life of this diabetic. fun activities include lunch, coke zero (my savior), a trip to the gym, and riding the blood sugar rollercoaster.
* i hate my meter. i hate it. i have never hated a meter before, but this one constantly says that it's out of batteries, plus it takes longer to process a high blood sugar than a normal one. so i know that when i takes several seconds to spit out a result, i am in for some disappointing news. i often envision destroying the freestyle in some way, but don't, because i have way too many strips in my possession to behave so aggressively.
after the alarm beeps for the third time since 5:21, i become conscious enough to turn it off. i stumble out of bed, absently grabbing my meter and fat little notebook. in the kitchen, i turn on the light and check my sugar. i grimace or inwardly cheer, depending on the number that pops up on my freestyle flash meter.* before i forget my number, i open my little blood-dotted notebook for the first time, write the date on an empty page and make my first notation, which looks something like this:
121/.45
that means that my blood sugar was 121 upon waking and i have a .45 basal rate on my pump at this point in time. 121 is not a bad morning sugar for me. lately, i've actually been close to 100 a fair amount of the time, which is great. but of course, i still have my fair share of days when i wake up over 150 or 200. those days annoy the #$%^ out of me. but they happen.
6:14am
after my shower, it's time to bolus for breakfast! i think breakfast is my favorite meal... so many options. sweet? salty? toast? cereal? oatmeal? eggbeaters? yogurt? i love breakfast! a while ago, my pump nurse told me to try bolusing a half hour before i ate breakfast, because i was getting some nasty post-breakfast highs. so i am kind of stuck in this routine. i prick my finger again (my sugar changes completely in the 20 minutes between waking up and showering) and do my bolus. then i write in my little notebook:
111/.45/38/1.9
which is a code that probably only makes sense to me. the last two numbers detail the number of carbs that i am eating and the insulin dosage that's been delivered.
6:42am
it's time to eat! in the time lag between my bolus and breakfast feast, i ususally iron my clothes, style my luxurious locks of hair, pack my lunch, and make the bed. i am the model of efficiency, although i move at a snail's pace.
these days, my favorite breakfast is 3/4 cup of plain lowfat yogurt with 1 cup of strawberries and a piece of toast with reduced sugar strawberry jam. and a cup of coffee larger than my head. i always take the time for a restful breakfast in the morning. i would eat after i get to work, except i have suffered several low blood sugars after trekking to work with no food in my stomach. and so i eat my breakfast while playing on eric's laptop and managing my fantasy baseball teams to more stunning and trophy-filled seasons.
8:01am
arrive at work. meh, i really want coffee, but want to wait until at least two hours after bfast, so i can make sure my insulin did its job. so i wait. and wait.
8:42am
check my sugar. can i have coffee? most times, the answer is yes. sometimes, i have a pesky low when i get to have some gummi lifesavers along with my caffeine, which always exhausts me first thing in the am. sometimes, my blood sugar clocks in at over 200 for no apparent reason. on those days, i stick with plain tea, no milk, because i don't even want to think about more carbs in my body. but like i said, most days, i can handle a little extra coffee my system.
on those days, i write the following crypic notes in my little book:
131/.3/7/.3u
which basically notes my sugar level, basal rate, number of carbs, and insulin dose. what fun!
stay tuned for...
more episodes in this stunning serial. next up: an afternoon in the life of this diabetic. fun activities include lunch, coke zero (my savior), a trip to the gym, and riding the blood sugar rollercoaster.
* i hate my meter. i hate it. i have never hated a meter before, but this one constantly says that it's out of batteries, plus it takes longer to process a high blood sugar than a normal one. so i know that when i takes several seconds to spit out a result, i am in for some disappointing news. i often envision destroying the freestyle in some way, but don't, because i have way too many strips in my possession to behave so aggressively.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
one sad pup.
after a day and a half of experimenting, i have come to a conclusion: my body hates me.just kidding. i tend toward melodrama. my body doesn't really hate me, it has merely decided that it needs more insulin than it ever has before. i tried switching insulin vials the day before yesterday, but one full day of blood sugar readings have convinced me that ineffective insulin was not the problem. boooo! deep down, i knew that would have been too easy of an answer.
i am coming up on my second diabetes birthday this september, so it stands to reason that my body is beginning to produce less and less insulin. why it happened so suddenly, i am not sure. the theory that i am pontificating on to the interested masses (ie. anyone who is stupid enough to ask me how i am feeling) is that maybe the stress of last week somehow pushed my body into this insulin-producing tailspin. translation: somehow, all of the anxiety and stress somehow caused my body to start producing less insulin.
crazy? probably. but one of the many things that i have learned in my diabetes education is that every explanation can be credible, because the hard facts are impossible to isolate. and also, it really doesn't matter in the long run WHY i need more insulin all of the sudden. the fact is that i do need it, and therefore, need to figure out how much more of it i need. figuring out the WHY only helps my peace of mind. and to be honest, i am not feeling so peaceful right now.
i was in a good pattern there for a while. but sometimes i feel like diabetes is that bully lurking around the corner who punches me in the nose every now and then, just to remind me that i shouldn't get too comfortable.
what i wouldn't give to be able to throw a gigantic MOIST spitball at its head in retaliation.
Monday, May 7, 2007
confused. and majorly frustrated.
since last week, my blood sugar has been skyrocketing. i first noticed some unsettlingly high readings last tuesday, i think, with a post-bfast reading in the 200s, which is not close to what i normally am after breakfast. as the week went on, it got worse, and now i have increased my insulin dose from 1:20 (a ratio that i have been using for several months) to 1:15, and even that is just barely covering my needs.
i am a little upset about all of this. and confused. has my body gone haywire? is my honeymoon period over? or is it because last week was so stressful b/c of work and play that my routine got completely #$%^ed up, thus causing all of this craziness? will some intense workouts at the gym get me back under control?
i emailed my doctor to get his thoughts, and he suggested that i change vials of insulin to make sure it's not just an ineffective vial. that would be the best answer ever. but if that's not the case, i guess i'm just going to have to deal. it's really weird to increase my insulin intake by that much, but this is a weird disease.
meh!
i am a little upset about all of this. and confused. has my body gone haywire? is my honeymoon period over? or is it because last week was so stressful b/c of work and play that my routine got completely #$%^ed up, thus causing all of this craziness? will some intense workouts at the gym get me back under control?
i emailed my doctor to get his thoughts, and he suggested that i change vials of insulin to make sure it's not just an ineffective vial. that would be the best answer ever. but if that's not the case, i guess i'm just going to have to deal. it's really weird to increase my insulin intake by that much, but this is a weird disease.
meh!
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
get out of my head
i try to keep current on the other diabetes related blogs out there. it helps to see that other people are going through similar situations, plus i like the advice and tips that they offer on low-carb snacks. while reading certain posts, it's easy for me to start talking to myself and nodding overenthusiastically in agreement.
today's post on six until me is a perfect example:
http://sixuntilme.com/blog1/2007/05/diabetes_burnout.html
this is my life as a diabetic. i could not have said it better myself.
today's post on six until me is a perfect example:
http://sixuntilme.com/blog1/2007/05/diabetes_burnout.html
this is my life as a diabetic. i could not have said it better myself.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
forever + one day
oy, it's been forever, aka one whole month and a few days since i've last posted. april, where have you gone? diabetes has been frolicking through my body, as per usual, but my desire/ time at work to write about it, has not been as available. i am hoping that once tonight's big work event is over, i'll have more time during the work day to get my diabetes epistles written. because, let's fact it, i am much better at keeping up with my outside chores during work time than i am on my own time.
as i said, diabetes has been its ever-present self these last few weeks. i've been working it out five to six times per week, and softball and football have started up again. i love playing these sports, but they are a little bit annoying in the added blood sugar drama that they entail. one would think that such sports would lower my sugar, but in fact, they do the opposite. many a time, i end up with a sugar of high 200s, even the 300s. it's kind of a crapshoot-- i don't want to go low if i start out playing with a sugar level under 100, but if i eat anything or turn down my pump, i skyrocket. i think it's partially adrenaline, and partially the fact that this kind of cardio can't compete with my gym workouts.
so that's that. my foot is still giving me some pain, but the xrays came back negative. so i am just waiting for the pain to subside and have been doing workouts that don't put as much pressure on my footsy. hopefully, i'll be ready to run the harpoon five-miler in june! it's been feeling better steadily for the past week or so, so i am hoping to be able to do the big race.
that's all for now. yay may!
as i said, diabetes has been its ever-present self these last few weeks. i've been working it out five to six times per week, and softball and football have started up again. i love playing these sports, but they are a little bit annoying in the added blood sugar drama that they entail. one would think that such sports would lower my sugar, but in fact, they do the opposite. many a time, i end up with a sugar of high 200s, even the 300s. it's kind of a crapshoot-- i don't want to go low if i start out playing with a sugar level under 100, but if i eat anything or turn down my pump, i skyrocket. i think it's partially adrenaline, and partially the fact that this kind of cardio can't compete with my gym workouts.
so that's that. my foot is still giving me some pain, but the xrays came back negative. so i am just waiting for the pain to subside and have been doing workouts that don't put as much pressure on my footsy. hopefully, i'll be ready to run the harpoon five-miler in june! it's been feeling better steadily for the past week or so, so i am hoping to be able to do the big race.
that's all for now. yay may!
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
three points: bum foot, experiments, whipped cream
one
ow. my left foot is causing me some major pain! well, not major. i guess somewhere in between minor (ignorable) and major (excruciating). maybe middlin'? although that doesn't sound as dramatic, that's what is happening here. for the past week and a half, the top of my foot, right near my toes, has been very achey. it acts up a little bit when i walk, but when i run, it just plain aches. kind of annoying, especially b/c exercise has become such an integral part of my diabetes management. so i have been doing the elliptical and avoiding the treadmill. the man who sold me my new pair of sneakers on sunday informed me that treadmills are the work of the devil (along with blisters, alarm clocks, and non-dairy creamer) and said that unless there was a severe (he emphasized severe, so i guess this would not be the case if it was intermittent) lightning storm, that i should always always run outside.
i agree with him, but such advice does not currently make my foot ache any less. i am inclinded to think that it's tendinitis, so i will continue to try to put less pressure on it, ice it, and take plenty of advil.*
*my feet have also been going a little bit numb while working out, but i think that's just because i am lacing my new shoes too tightly.
two
trying to figure out whether or not my sugar is taking a nosedive like it did around this time last month. so far, my experiments are pointing to inconclusive results. yesterday, i gave myself a little bit less insulin with breakfast and ended up going high, but after lunch, i gave myself the normal amount and went a little too low for my liking. not totally low, but just not where i aim to be after lunch. my sugar was 106 two hours post-lunch, and i just cannot make it home without going low if my post-lunch sugar is anywhere below 130 or so. and then dinner was pasta, which is an adventure in its own right, and therefore, i am still at the wtf stage. maybe after i take my post-bfast reading today, i will know more.
but eric did point out something great about all of this. even one month ago, i would have been petrified to give myself LESS insulin, for fear of having a high blood sugar. the fact that i was able to do this yesterday tells me that i might be taking another step toward accepting my diabetes imperfections.
three
i'm addicted to whipped cream. it's my new post-dinner treat. i am always in the mood for something sweet, but don't want to bolus for anything else. with less than one gram of carbohydrate per serving, i've found that whipped cream sort of satisfies my craving... not in the way a chocolate chip cookie would, but it definitely takes the edge off. the issue is that i am going through a bottle of whipped cream per week! that is a #$%^load of whipped cream. i figure if they ever extended eating competitions to cover whipped dairy, i would become the next kobayshi.
ow. my left foot is causing me some major pain! well, not major. i guess somewhere in between minor (ignorable) and major (excruciating). maybe middlin'? although that doesn't sound as dramatic, that's what is happening here. for the past week and a half, the top of my foot, right near my toes, has been very achey. it acts up a little bit when i walk, but when i run, it just plain aches. kind of annoying, especially b/c exercise has become such an integral part of my diabetes management. so i have been doing the elliptical and avoiding the treadmill. the man who sold me my new pair of sneakers on sunday informed me that treadmills are the work of the devil (along with blisters, alarm clocks, and non-dairy creamer) and said that unless there was a severe (he emphasized severe, so i guess this would not be the case if it was intermittent) lightning storm, that i should always always run outside.
i agree with him, but such advice does not currently make my foot ache any less. i am inclinded to think that it's tendinitis, so i will continue to try to put less pressure on it, ice it, and take plenty of advil.*
*my feet have also been going a little bit numb while working out, but i think that's just because i am lacing my new shoes too tightly.
two
trying to figure out whether or not my sugar is taking a nosedive like it did around this time last month. so far, my experiments are pointing to inconclusive results. yesterday, i gave myself a little bit less insulin with breakfast and ended up going high, but after lunch, i gave myself the normal amount and went a little too low for my liking. not totally low, but just not where i aim to be after lunch. my sugar was 106 two hours post-lunch, and i just cannot make it home without going low if my post-lunch sugar is anywhere below 130 or so. and then dinner was pasta, which is an adventure in its own right, and therefore, i am still at the wtf stage. maybe after i take my post-bfast reading today, i will know more.
but eric did point out something great about all of this. even one month ago, i would have been petrified to give myself LESS insulin, for fear of having a high blood sugar. the fact that i was able to do this yesterday tells me that i might be taking another step toward accepting my diabetes imperfections.
three
i'm addicted to whipped cream. it's my new post-dinner treat. i am always in the mood for something sweet, but don't want to bolus for anything else. with less than one gram of carbohydrate per serving, i've found that whipped cream sort of satisfies my craving... not in the way a chocolate chip cookie would, but it definitely takes the edge off. the issue is that i am going through a bottle of whipped cream per week! that is a #$%^load of whipped cream. i figure if they ever extended eating competitions to cover whipped dairy, i would become the next kobayshi.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
shamrocks, beer, bloating
a good weekend, fun-wise. not so much blood sugar-wise.
worm came to visit to celebrate st patrick's day and it was fantastic! we pub crawled, feasted, and layed around on the couch. but i think that the lack of activity combined with the fatty food and alcohol created a lethal combination for my blood sugar. over the past three days, i've had several readings in the 250s. i am waiting to see if this truly is just related to my gluttony over the weekend, or if it has more to do with other factors. gosh, i love to wait and see!
what other factors could be elevating my blood sugars? when i went to see the endocrinologist last week, he told me that it could be my period. he said that the week before and during, blood sugars can be higher, whereas the week after, they can be lower. this could explain not only what's been going on for the past few days (i got my period today), but also why i went so low last month. still, there is no real explanation for why my period would be affecting me so violently now since it never has in the past, but like the doctor said, it could just have started happening for no reason.
speaking of the visit to the endocrinologist, my new a1c of 6.6 was so exciting! the doctor told me that i shouldn't shoot for too much lower, since i would probably run the risk of too many lows. 6.5 has always been my goal, so i am happy enough with a 6.6. the coolest thing about my a1c is that they don't need to take vials of my blood for it anymore! instead, it was a simple finger prick. the nurse filled up a tiny tiny tube with my blood, and then the results were updated into my file before my appt was over, so my doctor was actually able to go over them with me! i was so excited! i always have hated waiting for a1c results in the mail... it reminds me of waiting for a high school report card that i know will not have the best results.
my doctor also gave me some reassuring news on weight gain. apparently, a ton of his patients have gained a few pounds over the winter months, so he expects that things will get better come spring. i hope so. i have been feeling pretty sausage-like (ie. my pants feel like a casing) lately. i've been trying to cut the carbs (well, other than this weekend), but it's not really helping. one thing that is helping is my new refusal to step on the scale. i figure that i'm anxious enough already. no need to push it any further.
worm came to visit to celebrate st patrick's day and it was fantastic! we pub crawled, feasted, and layed around on the couch. but i think that the lack of activity combined with the fatty food and alcohol created a lethal combination for my blood sugar. over the past three days, i've had several readings in the 250s. i am waiting to see if this truly is just related to my gluttony over the weekend, or if it has more to do with other factors. gosh, i love to wait and see!
what other factors could be elevating my blood sugars? when i went to see the endocrinologist last week, he told me that it could be my period. he said that the week before and during, blood sugars can be higher, whereas the week after, they can be lower. this could explain not only what's been going on for the past few days (i got my period today), but also why i went so low last month. still, there is no real explanation for why my period would be affecting me so violently now since it never has in the past, but like the doctor said, it could just have started happening for no reason.
speaking of the visit to the endocrinologist, my new a1c of 6.6 was so exciting! the doctor told me that i shouldn't shoot for too much lower, since i would probably run the risk of too many lows. 6.5 has always been my goal, so i am happy enough with a 6.6. the coolest thing about my a1c is that they don't need to take vials of my blood for it anymore! instead, it was a simple finger prick. the nurse filled up a tiny tiny tube with my blood, and then the results were updated into my file before my appt was over, so my doctor was actually able to go over them with me! i was so excited! i always have hated waiting for a1c results in the mail... it reminds me of waiting for a high school report card that i know will not have the best results.
my doctor also gave me some reassuring news on weight gain. apparently, a ton of his patients have gained a few pounds over the winter months, so he expects that things will get better come spring. i hope so. i have been feeling pretty sausage-like (ie. my pants feel like a casing) lately. i've been trying to cut the carbs (well, other than this weekend), but it's not really helping. one thing that is helping is my new refusal to step on the scale. i figure that i'm anxious enough already. no need to push it any further.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
appointments.
i have my three-month appointment with the endocrinologist today. that means that an A1c test is in my immediate future. i have no idea what the results will be; i'm praying that they will be under 7.0, but am not holding my breath, since this includes my vacation and the holidays. but i am noticing that i have been able to tolerate diabetes better recently. it seems to go in waves; sometimes, i am ready to scream, and others, i just kind of let it fade into the background.
i have set the goal to run a half-marathon next fall. therefore, i think i would probably start training in june. i hope that i really can commit to doing this. working toward a goal would be a nice change that might motivate me to enjoy exercise a little bit more. it's definitely been more boring lately. i'm sick of the gym, and running outside is kind of taxing. this is not what someone who is planning to run a half marathon should be saying, but i have realized that i am pretty darned good at forcing myself to do things.
i have set the goal to run a half-marathon next fall. therefore, i think i would probably start training in june. i hope that i really can commit to doing this. working toward a goal would be a nice change that might motivate me to enjoy exercise a little bit more. it's definitely been more boring lately. i'm sick of the gym, and running outside is kind of taxing. this is not what someone who is planning to run a half marathon should be saying, but i have realized that i am pretty darned good at forcing myself to do things.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
back to normal?
yesterday and today have been cold cold cold. from walking to and from the T and gym, i have managed to pick up some nasty windburn. my cheeks are bright pink and very dry. you would think that this kind of weather would prompt more people to wear facemasks, but i have not even seen one. i think i may try and unearth my old turtlefur.
they say that cold weather can pull down your sugar, but i have not really experienced that. conversely, my sugar seems to be settling back into its "normal" (when i say normal, i do not mean perfect. i mean semi-predictable and sort of more managable if you don't have really high expectations.) state to which i had become accustomed before last week's crazy laura-needs-no-insulin blip.
i am confused about why on earth that could have happened. i keep trying to isolate things that might have been different with my body, and i can't pinpoint anything. to be honest, this scares me. i hate thinking that there was something wrong with my body to make it do that, but of course, that's the first place where my mind goes. i just can't rationalize the idea that my body just did this random blip of needing less insulin. it makes no sense!
but i guess i am just going to embrace the idea of being sort of back on track for the time being. i have a doctor's appointment today-- hopefully she doesn't tell me that i am dying of malaria, and that's the reason that my sugar was so funky.
they say that cold weather can pull down your sugar, but i have not really experienced that. conversely, my sugar seems to be settling back into its "normal" (when i say normal, i do not mean perfect. i mean semi-predictable and sort of more managable if you don't have really high expectations.) state to which i had become accustomed before last week's crazy laura-needs-no-insulin blip.
i am confused about why on earth that could have happened. i keep trying to isolate things that might have been different with my body, and i can't pinpoint anything. to be honest, this scares me. i hate thinking that there was something wrong with my body to make it do that, but of course, that's the first place where my mind goes. i just can't rationalize the idea that my body just did this random blip of needing less insulin. it makes no sense!
but i guess i am just going to embrace the idea of being sort of back on track for the time being. i have a doctor's appointment today-- hopefully she doesn't tell me that i am dying of malaria, and that's the reason that my sugar was so funky.
Monday, March 5, 2007
up up down down.
i am going insane. all last week, i was trying my darndest to keep my blood sugar above 80. i switched to a 1:25 ratio, changed all my basal rates so that i could make it home from work without crashing, and still ended up eating gummi lifesavers three at a time! (for a diabetic, that's a big thing.) but then just as suddenly as it came on, this new insulin sensitivity is gone.
i first noticed that something was afoot on saturday, when, after going low after a infusion set change (which ALWAYS ALWAYS happens... you think i would learn. what there is TO learn, i don't know, since if i reduce my insulin too much after a set change, my sugar skyrockets, but if i don't do it enough, my sugar crashes.), i had lunch and went on a jog outside for the first time in months since the weather was finally nice. it was about a 4.5 mile run, and i changed my bolus for lunch to 1:30 prior to the run because i need to start my runs high or with less insulin than i usually require. during the run, i KNOW that i bottomed out, because i felt like #$%^, and when i returned my sugar was at 61. but then i took a shower and by the time i checked my sugar again, i was 172. this hasn't happened to me recently, but i know from past experience that when my sugar goes up like this after exercise, i have eaten too many carbs before exercising. the reason why it went low at first was just that my body was not absorbing the food as quickly as i was burning the energy. tricky, tricky. this is what makes it hard to dose for a low blood sugar around exercise... i never know if my sugar is going to correct itself on its own, or if i need to help it out with extra carbs.
but back to my story. saturday's run was my first tip-off that things were changing. then on saturday night, we had chicken wings for dinner, which were really fatty and delicious. so i did a dual wave bolus and split my insulin dose so that i had 36% upfront and the remaining 64% over a period of 6.5 hours. i continued with my 1:25 ratio-- and went to bed at 209. so this was the second tip-off that 1:25 was not giving me enough insulin.
the third tip-off was yesterday morning. i dragged my butt to the gym before eating or doing anything just so that i could see if the exercise at the gym (which has been more intense lately) would make more of a difference in my insulin sensitivity than the run seemed to... somewhere in my head, i wanted to blame the fact that i was going high on the idea that my outside run was not as taxing as my inside gym routine. this was kind of a stupid and, as it turned out, wrong idea. i worked my butt off and then had two waffles that eric made. i used my 1:25 ratio and spent the rest of the day near 200.
so when it came time for dinner, i had finally caught on, or so i thought. i switched my bolus rate to 1:20. since we were having roast chicken, i accounted for the fat and spread it over a fairly long period of time, about 5 hours. about 2 hours after dinner, i checked my sugar and it was 57! awesome! yay! good times for laura! actually no. none of this was good. i was upset to be low, and even more upset that i hadn't even felt the low. plus the fact that now i didn't have a clue of what to think about my bolus rate. do i assume that 1:20 is still too much, or do i figure that the fat somehow screwed with my digestion of carbs and that 1:20 was correct but that i should have split the dose so that i had less insulin upfront and more over the course of several hours? who knows? it's all a guessing game, and i am sick of it (and sick of being wrong about 75% of the time)!
today i woke up early and dragged my @$$ to the gym. when i returned, i had the SAME BREAKFAST that i ate all last week at 1:25 and went low on ALL LAST WEEK! this time, i dosed with 1:23 because my gut told me that i was going to need more insulin today. and then i got to work. i checked my sugar.
219. what. the. @#$%?!? i hate this flippin' disease!
proactive thoughts:
i guess i'll keep trying 1:20 and see if i even out eventually.
i just want some stability back!
i first noticed that something was afoot on saturday, when, after going low after a infusion set change (which ALWAYS ALWAYS happens... you think i would learn. what there is TO learn, i don't know, since if i reduce my insulin too much after a set change, my sugar skyrockets, but if i don't do it enough, my sugar crashes.), i had lunch and went on a jog outside for the first time in months since the weather was finally nice. it was about a 4.5 mile run, and i changed my bolus for lunch to 1:30 prior to the run because i need to start my runs high or with less insulin than i usually require. during the run, i KNOW that i bottomed out, because i felt like #$%^, and when i returned my sugar was at 61. but then i took a shower and by the time i checked my sugar again, i was 172. this hasn't happened to me recently, but i know from past experience that when my sugar goes up like this after exercise, i have eaten too many carbs before exercising. the reason why it went low at first was just that my body was not absorbing the food as quickly as i was burning the energy. tricky, tricky. this is what makes it hard to dose for a low blood sugar around exercise... i never know if my sugar is going to correct itself on its own, or if i need to help it out with extra carbs.
but back to my story. saturday's run was my first tip-off that things were changing. then on saturday night, we had chicken wings for dinner, which were really fatty and delicious. so i did a dual wave bolus and split my insulin dose so that i had 36% upfront and the remaining 64% over a period of 6.5 hours. i continued with my 1:25 ratio-- and went to bed at 209. so this was the second tip-off that 1:25 was not giving me enough insulin.
the third tip-off was yesterday morning. i dragged my butt to the gym before eating or doing anything just so that i could see if the exercise at the gym (which has been more intense lately) would make more of a difference in my insulin sensitivity than the run seemed to... somewhere in my head, i wanted to blame the fact that i was going high on the idea that my outside run was not as taxing as my inside gym routine. this was kind of a stupid and, as it turned out, wrong idea. i worked my butt off and then had two waffles that eric made. i used my 1:25 ratio and spent the rest of the day near 200.
so when it came time for dinner, i had finally caught on, or so i thought. i switched my bolus rate to 1:20. since we were having roast chicken, i accounted for the fat and spread it over a fairly long period of time, about 5 hours. about 2 hours after dinner, i checked my sugar and it was 57! awesome! yay! good times for laura! actually no. none of this was good. i was upset to be low, and even more upset that i hadn't even felt the low. plus the fact that now i didn't have a clue of what to think about my bolus rate. do i assume that 1:20 is still too much, or do i figure that the fat somehow screwed with my digestion of carbs and that 1:20 was correct but that i should have split the dose so that i had less insulin upfront and more over the course of several hours? who knows? it's all a guessing game, and i am sick of it (and sick of being wrong about 75% of the time)!
today i woke up early and dragged my @$$ to the gym. when i returned, i had the SAME BREAKFAST that i ate all last week at 1:25 and went low on ALL LAST WEEK! this time, i dosed with 1:23 because my gut told me that i was going to need more insulin today. and then i got to work. i checked my sugar.
219. what. the. @#$%?!? i hate this flippin' disease!
proactive thoughts:
i guess i'll keep trying 1:20 and see if i even out eventually.
i just want some stability back!
Thursday, March 1, 2007
rollercoasters.
i don't know what's going on with my body! my insulin requirements have always been fluid. after all, i have only been diabetic for about a year and a half, and i am still in the honeymoon phase. but in the past week, i have been going low three to four times a day, and the insulin that has worked for me for months is suddenly way too much! almost every day i find myself going low on the way home from work, plus my insulin to carb ratio has shifted from 1:20 to god knows what! i am trying a 1:25 ratio, but really don't feel comfortable with this, because i am so programmed to think that my ratio is 1:20. and for some reason, i just hate going high. i hate being low too, but going high is worse mentally... i get so mad at myself because i feel like a glutton or something.
bleh. everything is changing, and i don't have any idea as to what's right. it's been a constant feeling of confusion-- not wanting to change too much at once, but at the same time, being desperate for some feeling of progress or stability. and i don't have any of that. i just checked my meter, and apparently my 14-day average is 106. on first glance, this is a diabetic's dream, but when i think about it, that number is an average of my constant lows plus the semi-okay numbers that i have been getting.
but how to handle this? i know i won't have a concrete answer today or tomorrow or even next tuesday, but i guess what i should do right now is continue to step back on my bolus rate and examine my numbers. maybe after a few days of that, i can tinker with the basal rate. also, i need to focus on the bigger issues. the biggest issue that i seem to have right now is getting home from work. today, maybe i should take my sugar before leaving, and then set a temporary basal rate to get home and to the gym. and that's all i can do today. i just need to isolate and tackle small things instead of looking at the big picture and becoming overwhelmed and dismayed.
i am guessing that this is all probably due to the increased cardio that i have been doing at the gym. maybe i need to scale back?
bleh. everything is changing, and i don't have any idea as to what's right. it's been a constant feeling of confusion-- not wanting to change too much at once, but at the same time, being desperate for some feeling of progress or stability. and i don't have any of that. i just checked my meter, and apparently my 14-day average is 106. on first glance, this is a diabetic's dream, but when i think about it, that number is an average of my constant lows plus the semi-okay numbers that i have been getting.
but how to handle this? i know i won't have a concrete answer today or tomorrow or even next tuesday, but i guess what i should do right now is continue to step back on my bolus rate and examine my numbers. maybe after a few days of that, i can tinker with the basal rate. also, i need to focus on the bigger issues. the biggest issue that i seem to have right now is getting home from work. today, maybe i should take my sugar before leaving, and then set a temporary basal rate to get home and to the gym. and that's all i can do today. i just need to isolate and tackle small things instead of looking at the big picture and becoming overwhelmed and dismayed.
i am guessing that this is all probably due to the increased cardio that i have been doing at the gym. maybe i need to scale back?
Friday, February 23, 2007
friday musings.
'tis friday, and i love the thought of that. only 19 more minutes of work, and then it's on to a weekend of hibernation. woot.
it's been a weird week... my sugar has been pretty low for the most part-- although i don't think i went low at all yesterday, i was on the low end of things for most of the day, and the rest of the week was pretty rough. it could be for several different reasons: the fact that i am finally getting back into a routine after weeks of vacation and visitors, the fact that i have my period, or the fact that diabetes is a #$%^ed up disease that doesn't let you sit back and relax ever.
but on to brighter thoughts: to follow up on my bubble drama from earlier in the week, my trickery worked! i was able to successfully rid my pump of a bubble in the middle of a bolus! success! the only problem is that now i have another bubble in my pump and so i have to do it all over again. bust, i hate that.
but then i remind myself that it's friday and there will be no work and lots of sleep for the next couple days. and maybe even a chocolate bar for dessert.
***
(*** denotes the passage of time.)
well, i just sucked it up and got the bubble out of my tubing. let's hope it works again!
it's been a weird week... my sugar has been pretty low for the most part-- although i don't think i went low at all yesterday, i was on the low end of things for most of the day, and the rest of the week was pretty rough. it could be for several different reasons: the fact that i am finally getting back into a routine after weeks of vacation and visitors, the fact that i have my period, or the fact that diabetes is a #$%^ed up disease that doesn't let you sit back and relax ever.
but on to brighter thoughts: to follow up on my bubble drama from earlier in the week, my trickery worked! i was able to successfully rid my pump of a bubble in the middle of a bolus! success! the only problem is that now i have another bubble in my pump and so i have to do it all over again. bust, i hate that.
but then i remind myself that it's friday and there will be no work and lots of sleep for the next couple days. and maybe even a chocolate bar for dessert.
***
(*** denotes the passage of time.)
well, i just sucked it up and got the bubble out of my tubing. let's hope it works again!
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