tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171898042024-03-13T11:37:00.489-04:00Dr Jekyll and Mrs Low"Diabetic" since Dec 2003.
Insulin since May 2004.
Pumping since Sep 2004.
Continuous Monitoring since Dec 2005.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-23991349796238049682012-12-21T09:28:00.001-05:002012-12-21T09:28:38.593-05:00In which I run over my pancreas<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So I have been a Dexcom user since they were FDA approved, paying out of pocket for several years before insurance started kicking in for it. And I was part of the FDA approval study for the MiniMed CGM before that. So, basically, I have been using a CGM 24x7x365 since 2005. And in all that time I have only voluntarily gone without it a handful of times. I know “brittle” is a loaded word, but let’s just say I do what I’m supposed to do, my body doesn’t. It’s fond of 200 pt drops in the middle of the night on the same basal that keeps me perfectly level 70% of the time... So, long story short, I try never to be without my Dexcom. Ever.</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Anyway, after having the potato shaped receivers since 2006, I was thrilled to get my G4 last weekend. Adding that to my new T-slim, I was rocking both an “iPanc” and an “iPanc Touch”, and had been showing them off to family and friends.</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Which is why I was startled to reach down for the new Dex to show it to my sister-in-law, and it. wasn’t. there. In a panic, I start slapping pockets, dumping out my pocketbook, etc, and finally look outside, where I see it in the driveway. I dash out, rescue it, and notice that unlike my previous Dexcom cases, this belt clip seems pretty loose - loose enough to get knocked off by a retracting seat belt and drop out as I leave the car.</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I try to squeeze the clip tighter manually, which helps a little but not much, and make a mental note to tighten it with pliers as soon as I get the chance.</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">How many of you have spare time to go digging out the toolbox in the week before Christmas? Yeah, I thought so.</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Which is how I wound up driving yesterday to Colllege Town, 2.5 hours away, to pick up Number One Son and a high school friend. (Yes, Number One is now in college. He was eight when I was diagnosed. I am now both old and a veteran PWD) I had lunch with a former co-worker, helped Number One Son and Number One Friend (who has the same first name as Number One in real life too) to stuff bags of dirty clothes and guitars into my car, help Number One Friend unload at his place and finally get back home, seven hours after I left.</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At which point I go to peek at Dex, and he is gone. Oh, crap! For a panicked instant, I picture him lying on the concrete outside some dorm, hours away. But no, I had been checking him frequently on the drive home. He must be in the garage. Or the car.</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With sinking heart, we call Number One Friend, and have him check his driveway, for a black box in a black case on the black blacktop in the dark. He’s got it, so I drive back over there, and pretty much grab Dex from his hands. Case looks fine, Dex looks fine, glass looks fine... until I push a button, and am greeted by that spiderweb-mosaic pattern all-too-familiar to parents of teens with cellphones. Must have backed over it while pulling out the driveway.</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And Dex beeps. He beeps! Poor little shattered screen Dex is still looking out for me. I pull out my meter and test -- 74. He’s set for 80. Thank you, Dex. <i>Nos, (spero que non) morituri, te salutamus.</i> (OK, its been 25 years since I took Latin, and I stuffed a bit of Italian in there too, probably. What I was going for was <i>“We, (hopefully not) about to die, salute you.”</i>).</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When the Dexcom Tech Support rep calls back, I explain about the loose clip and the dark and the driveway, and he agrees to send me both a new receiver and a new case at no charge. (Of course, the current case’s belt clip is now nice and snug, as being run over by a Toyota is even better than pliers for tightening it up).</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All I can think of, is thank goodness I didn’t just completely lose it somewhere, and thank the guys at Dexcom for sending me a replacement. Luckily, I had two old Dex7 sensors left, so I put one in last night (and got woken with a 54 at 4am) and new Dex the Second should be here tomorrow.</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dexcom Support is awesome!</span></i></span></div>
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Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-55094939969931472002011-12-22T15:41:00.000-05:002011-12-22T15:41:49.049-05:00Poetry Parody: If A. E. Houseman had diabetes<i>So tomorrow is my quarterly fasting blood draw. Does anyone else get the feeling they're "off the hook" for a few days right after their a1c gets taken? (Or am I the only bad diabetic out there?). I've been congratulating myself on synching up my "free" period with Christmas this year - a smaller than usual family gathering of just 30 people at my house....</i><br />
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Anyway, with apologies to A. E. Houseman and his cherry trees:<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Loveliest of treats, the pastry now<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">To bolus for I know not how<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">My blood just drawn, they’ll never know<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Besides, I think I’m headed low<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Since in just four score days and ten<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">They’ll check my a1c again<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">In lifelong marathon ‘tis clear<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I need a break four times a year<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">For all the times I really try<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Despite best efforts, shoot sky high<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It’s to the bakers I will go<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">To have a treat when it won’t show<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-4897069401242176642011-09-02T21:05:00.000-04:002011-09-02T21:05:47.670-04:00The construction experiment, or DIY diabetes camp<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">OK, as long as I just accidentally posted a camp blog update on this site, I will actually do a quick update.</span><br />
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<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">At times I’ve wondered, if I were more active, if I didn’t have a desk job, would my BG control be better? It always seems to be on vacations or during weekend gardening binges. But what about a whole lot of activity, all day, for a couple of weeks?</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Years ago, as part of a plan to always have something to look forward to (and right after my dx with T1) we purchased a wooded lot in the adirondacks with beach rights at a small lake. For years, we’ve planned our camp - I’ve spent many hours sitting on the windowseat in my “castle room”, making sketches and looking through books for the perfect camp.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">It would be small. It would have a loft and a catwalk. Since our lot was sloping downhill, we hoped for a walkout basement. We’d start off with just a place for the summer, eventually insulate and heat it. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">And so we planned, and set funds aside, and finally got ready to build. Since we couldn’t find anything close to my dream camp in our budget, we decided to cut out the labor costs by doing it ourselves. We wound up being our own general contractors and arranged the driveway, well, septic, foundation, permits, and inspections. We bought a pre-cut kit and worked with the kit architect to get all our “must-haves” in.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">We arranged the delivery day for the start of July, and took three weeks vacation, renting a cabin a short drive away to get us started.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Turns out, with weeks of 12-hour days hauling lumber, going up and down ladders, and swinging a hammer, my daily BG wasn’t any better than at my desk job. I think the stress canceled a lot of the activity out. And believe me, there was stress. Nothing was ready on time - we didn't have a foundation until a week after the kit was delivered. Things went slow. It either thundered or went over 100 degrees. Family crises kept drawing our attention back home.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-32492074691704326212011-06-12T10:16:00.000-04:002011-06-12T10:16:06.668-04:00TCOYD Albany<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On Saturday I went to the TCOYD event in Albany. My husband and I had gone last year to Providence, but it’s nice to get a refresh of the camaraderie and spend a day around other people who “get it”. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(My husband came this time too, but had to skip out after the morning sessions). </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Plus, there was the great opportunity to meet with some online bloggers - like <a href="http://www.bittersweetdiabetes.com/">Karen</a> and <a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/from_abby/">Abby</a> (the Person). Of course I didn't bring a camera and am spacing on the blogs of the others in attendance, but I figure Karen will post hers up soon and I'll be off the hook by virtue of having linked to her. <i>(Sorry, Karen - but if I wasn't lazy I'd have done <a href="http://www.bittersweetdiabetes.com/2011/05/second-annual-diabetes-blog-week.html">D-Blog week</a>...)</i> </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The conference was smaller than Providence - but it was also right in my backyard. I’d expected smaller - this is Smallbany, after all - but found a few things disappointing. Lunch, for one. After morning lectures talking about how you should eat healthy, less-processed foods, and eat what you like in moderation, our box lunch consisted of choice of sandwich, carrot and celery sticks, a tiny container of low-fat ranch dressing, and a pack of “no sugar added” cookies - 21grams of carbohydrates, high in fat, plus the warning label that “excess consumption may have a laxative effect”. Yum, yum. Two Newman-Os would have been lower in carbs and fat, not to mention much better tasting. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[I realize I mentioned Newman-Os in my last post too, which makes them two-for-two this year....]</span></i></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The other disappointment was during the afternoon programs. The first session was pretty evenly split along “type” lines: either “Type 2 Treatments: Orals and Injectables” by a local endo, or “The Latest on Pumps and Continuous Glucose Monitoring Devices”. I chose the latter, even though I’ve been wearing a pump for seven years and a CGM for five and a half, joking with Karen, Tina and Abby that if there was no new information, maybe at least I could heckle the presenters.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As it turns out, we all did. OK, so not heckle, exactly, but when a presentation called “The Latest” in 2011 has slides talking about how Dexcom has a 3 day sensor with no arrow displays or 24 hour screen, I was compelled to point out that the Dexcom STS was five years ago, and she needed to update her slides with the Seven Plus which could do all those things. Then she went on to say that Minimed has an integrated pump/receiver, but her info was also out of date and didn’t include the Revel or its features. Oh, and she kept calling the “receiver” of both systems a “transmitter”. And most of her descriptions of the MiniMed product were in reference to the 3-day “Pro” version - no screen, that you wear blind and download at the doctors. Not really what people interested in getting a CGM want to hear about, although I’m sure it is still a valuable tool to be used if you are a health care professional with patients who cannot get a CGM of their own.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Perhaps one of the worst disservices of the lecture was showing a screen with four graphs and data lines scribbled everywhere, and saying “this is how the software provided can help your doctor adjust your treatment”. It probably scared off anyone even thinking of a CGM. I mean, I was in the FDA approval study for the MiniMed 722 in 2005, and even then their software had many more user-friendly and understandable displays. Dexcom’s software is kind of lame, but again many times more useful than the crap they showed.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At any rate, our little “blogger” cluster turned into the most vocal section of the audience, and afterwards we got to talk to several of the prospective pumpers/CGMers in the audience. In fact, maybe we should have grabbed some of the logos and set up our own fake programming track: “Sugar free is just more processed crap”, “Ask a real user about pumps and CGMs”, “You are not the only type 1 dx’d as an adult”. Hmmm.. next time...</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">However, despite the disappointing session, the rest of the conference was still great, and definitely worth the time to attend. Even if you learn nothing new, you still spend a whole day thinking about your diabetes (which, let’s face it, when else would you be doing </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">?), and getting reenergized by being around other PWDs of any type who are interested in improving their health.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Next year, though, I'm bringing my own "session" signs.</span></span></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-34922442057377565732011-05-20T09:52:00.000-04:002011-05-20T09:52:34.233-04:00Eu-Brain versus Low-Brain<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Typical conversation between my euglycemic, rational, brain and the hypoglycemic version:</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>Eu-Brain</b> : <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Hey, Dex just beeped. Check it out.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>Low-Brain</b>: <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Nah. You have got to pee. <i>NOW</i>!</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>Eu-Brain</b>: <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Okay, but remember, that’s one of your chief low BG symptoms.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>Low-Brain</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Don’t worry about it. Hey, you were supposed to start the laundry, remember? Why don’t you just sort the stuff out now?</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>Eu-Brain</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I don’t think this is such a good idea...</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Relax. It will only take a few minutes.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Yeah, but you were 64 with 2 units on board half an hour ago, and we treated with orange juice, which never sticks around....</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Oh, come on. All that insulin on board will be gone by now. You’re fine.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Laundry sorting is done. Time to test.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Wait, we’ve got online bills to pay. Check those out.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>No! Test. <b>NOW</b>. I’m waiting.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Look! Shiny!</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>58. Told you. We need to treat that.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>That’s not so bad. Let’s grab the mail first and then get a snack.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Grab a juice box off the counter and drink it.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>How about a nice glass of milk instead?</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I really think the juice will be faster...</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Yeah, but it burns off and you’re low again. Plus, you just had your first cavity in ten years. Milk would be better than juice.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I suppose so.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mmm. Tasty. Know what would go really good with that?</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>No, we are *<b>not</b>* going to overtreat!</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>A cookie. Think how yummy it would be. Double Chocolate Newman-O. Your favorite.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>No, you don’t need that. Get away from the cupboard!</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>You need six.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Stop! You’ll regret this later! What the hell are you doing???</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Don’t listen to him. He was wrong about that orange juice, wasn’t he?</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>That wasn’t me. And no more cookies! At least drink your milk, the cookies are too slow.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Just shut up, why don’t you?</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>We’re done eating. What was that, eight? Did you count? We’ll have to fix it later, for now just sit down and rest until Low-Brain nods off.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Heck, we can fix it now. I bet eight units -</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Don’t you dare! Go sit down. Surf the web or something.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>We still have those online bills.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>We are <i>not</i>, repeat, <b><i>not</i></b> going near the bills now. Find something harmless to do or we’ll regret it later.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>LB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><i>Yawn</i>! I suppose we can write a blog post...</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>EB</b>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Good idea. If you ramble too much, at least <a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2011/03/sprinkles.html">Sprinkles</a> will understand...</span></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-79562353833189520502011-04-20T08:59:00.001-04:002011-04-20T09:00:48.538-04:00Wanted: day off. Will pay anything.So I’ve been fighting really high BGs since Friday evening. I’m talking average of 300 high – about double my usual levels. Not helped by bad allergies/possible sinus infection, either.<br />
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2am Monday night (ok, tues am) I wake up with all the symptoms of a bad low – pounding heart, shaking, sweating. Test – 453. Wonderful. After a do-nothing correction (and reading for an hour rather than falling asleep and needing an ambulance in the morning), I ripped out the site, change the whole pump setup, stayed awake for another half hour to make sure it was dropping, then went to sleep.<br />
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An hour later I rolled over and literally grabbed the mattress and screamed because it felt like I was on a tilt-a-whirl ride and was being dumped off. BG still 307. BP (when I made hubby get up and dig it out of the closet) was 110/62, so I wasn’t actually dying. I guess what happened was all the sludge in my sinuses solidified around the doohickey that controls your balance, so then the slightest move sent the room spinning big time.<br />
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Needless to say, one does not drive in to work like that, even if one had a full nights sleep. I gradually worked my way over to the other side a bit at a time and went back to sleep. It was hubby’s work from home day so he came up to check on me every once in a while and I didn’t get up to have breakfast until almost ten. BG was about 270 at that point, but I’m sick, so not surprising. Spent the whole day napping on the couch with about the brain power of an acorn squash. <br />
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After dinner (BG 220 before/385 after) I took a massive correction and went to bed, telling hubby to wake me in 90 minutes to see what correction did (nothing). So I take a second correction, this time by injection, and slightly lower since I don’t want to kill myself if the first correction suddenly starts working too. This one works, so I rip out pump works and redo again, and by 11:30 seem to have stabilized around 180, which is on the high side but nothing I want to fuck with before sleeping.<br />
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So at 3:30 am I wake up to see Dex reading seventy with two arrows straight down – four hours after all the extra insulin should have been out of my system. I slurp down a juice box and drop to 50 15 minutes later, so send hubby downstairs for a big glass of milk and drink that too, then wait another 40 min to make sure I’m going up again…<br />
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Wake at 270. Correct, shower, test. 180 and starving. Breakfast, bolus, work. Test. 375. Correct. <br />
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What really gets me is the best I can hope for is a day that isn’t too much work. Which is not looking too likely today. There is never a day with no work, no matter how badly I could use one…Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-70733652982498314622011-02-14T08:41:00.000-05:002011-02-14T08:41:13.290-05:00The eleventh clueSo in my <a href="http://drjekyllandmrslow.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-identify-bad-insulin.html">last post</a>, I talked all about the ten clues that your insulin might be going bad. On the way home friday, I stopped at the pharmacy and exchanged two dead bottles (both different lot #s, btw) for fresh ones. Bottle #3, which had misbehaved at my first meal after opening, had settled down and seemed to work fine, and was yet another lot # from the others.<br />
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Remember how I mentioned that once your brain is in diabetes overload, and things seem to be "fixed", it turns off? Well, guess what? Mine has been in troubleshooting mode for over two weeks, and so this morning I woke up to:<br />
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<ul><li><b><i>clue #11 - ketones</i></b> - yup, sometimes it all slips by you until you wake with a 350 point rise overnight, moderate ketones, and feeling like Indy's stunt double after the dragged-behind-a-truck-by-your-bullwhip scene. Nothing left to do but break out the syringe, yet another bottle of insulin, chug a gallon of water to try to flush things out, call in sick to work, and hope that things will be better tomorrow.</li>
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g'night all.<br />
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PS - I did decide to swipe the red-bearded Viking setup from Number Three Son, and keep that on the current bottle on my dresser, because every time I look at it I crack up.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-85875387977251483842011-02-10T20:06:00.002-05:002011-02-10T20:21:32.667-05:00How to Identify Bad Insulin<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The suspects</td></tr>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Over the past few years, I’ve had a great deal of practice at identifying bad insulin, unfortunately. So much practice that I’m about to give up on Apidra entirely. When it works, it’s great. It’s turned my Dexcom shots from Charlie Brown’s tee shirt to gently rolling hills. <b>BUT</b> I’ve gotten bad batches from at least 3 different pharmacies. So either the local distributor is bad, or the insulin itself is so flaky they can’t control the strength. Add to that, it’s off formulary for my new insurance, so my copay is five times what it used to be, for something that more and more frequently just isn’t doing its job.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">In a perfect world <i>(scratch that, in a perfect world I wouldn't need insulin)</i>...In a reasonable world, there would be a test to check your insulin. It doesn’t have to be a perfect test (<i>hmm, this bottle scored a 93 and my last was a 96</i>). I would settle for something from the insulin Dark Ages, involving tablets, fizzing, urine (<i>even someone else’s urine!</i>) and ambiguous color changes: <i>Now it says chartreuse is good, but this is more of a celadon..</i>.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Anyway, I’ve unfortunately had to come up with my own checklist, because we’re all conditioned to assume it’s our bodies, not our insulin, that is the problem. See “litany of blame” in <a href="http://drjekyllandmrslow.blogspot.com/2010/02/losing-it.html">this post</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Here it is:</span></b></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
<ul><li><b><i>Clue #1 - unexplained spikes from “safe” meals - </i></b>I eat the same breakfast every day. It usually does the same thing (if by usually you mean about 70% of the time): I gradually climb 100 points or so, hover 15 minutes, then drop like a rock around 10am, which I stave off with a single Dove Dark (hey, whatever works, right?). Final result, nice and level in the 80s just before lunch. So when my typical breakfast launches up like the space shuttle, peaks around 300, then drops like the spent fuel tanks, I start to wonder...</li>
<li><b><i>Clue #2 - basal creep -</i></b> this can take two forms. The first is the “that’s odd, I’m 20 (30, 60) points higher than I usually am at this time of day” reaction. Correct and move on, right? The second is the “Hmm, maybe I’m coming down with something. Let’s set a temp 170% basal for a few hours and see if that helps”. Eventually basal creep leads to 150+ point rises overnight, which is when I start getting suspicious.</li>
<li><b><i>Clue #3 - corrections don’t help -</i></b> Darn it, I corrected for that 240 hours ago - why am I still 208??? </li>
<li><b><i>Clue #4 - altitude changes -</i></b> My gentle hills on the Dexcom change to the Rockies and then the Himalayas. Sometimes it looks like a normal day, only shifted upward by 80 points.</li>
<li><b><i>Clue #5 - site changes don’t help -</i></b> you pull the site, nothing’s bent, bruised, puffy, bloody, or leaking. Repeat as needed.</li>
<li><b><i>Clue #6 - rage boluses DO help -</i></b> It <i>says</i> I only need 1 unit to correct, and there’s a half unit still active - let’s do the whole unit anyway. No, two. Three! <i>Bwah-ha-ha-ha!!</i>! Then your BG goes back where it is supposed to be, and your poor brain, already in diabetes overload from a few days of troubleshooting, tells you the problem is solved, we’re all back to normal, and turns off.</li>
<li><b><i>Clue #7 - “overtreated” lows </i></b>- if your rage bolusing sends you low, your normal low treatment looks like you emptied the entire fridge. So much for hitting the normal range for more than twenty minutes today...</li>
<li><b><i>Clue #8 - injections don’t help -</i></b> after a few needless site changes, you break out the needle and try that (sometimes combined with a rage bolus, because at this stage you are grasping at straws). It lowers your BG - a bit. Maybe 60% of what you expect. What the heck is going on here?</li>
<li><b><i>Clue #9 - new bottle DOES help -</i></b> You grab a fresh bottle, do a site change - and it works! You go from being tied to the mast in a hurricane, with alarms ringing, waves that threaten to swamp you, and dragons swooping down to poop on your head, to a paddle boat in a park, with rainbows, unicorns, and puppies. Why on earth did it take so long to figure this out??? </li>
<li><b><i>Clue #10 - it starts all over again -</i></b> If your fresh bottle was from the same batch, there’s a good chance it slowly turns once opened. If you’re unlucky, like me this month, “slowly” becomes quickly. </li>
</ul></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">This months 3 bottle supply of Apidra went down one right after the next. Bottle #1 lasted 4 days before the weird symptoms started showing. I jettisoned it 3 days later. Bottle #2 gave me 12 hours of blood sugar nirvana, then turned to dishwater by day 4. Bottle #3 kept me level at 80 for 4 hours.... then launched into the stratosphere with a single sandwich and my usual bolus. Tomorrow I take all 3 back to the pharmacy, but I don’t think I will be replacing them with more Apidra at this point. I figure staying in the Rockies is better then alternating between gentle hills and Himalayas...</span></div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-76333891643870624042011-01-31T20:09:00.001-05:002011-01-31T20:12:06.766-05:00Why I will never get an A in Diabetes Math<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Simplify. Solve. Repeat.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >127bg</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">20g carbs</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> - </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">4 units insulin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">3 hours housework</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> = </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">232bg</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">232bg</span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 40g carbs</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">- 3 units insulin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 30 minutes sitting in car</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">=</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">180bg</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">180bg</span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">10g carbs</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 5 min waiting to get trail pass</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">=</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">70bg</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">70bg</span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">30g carbs</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 15 min cross country skiing </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">=</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">42bg</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">42bg</span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 15g carbs</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 60 min skiiing</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">=</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">82bg</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">82bg</span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 30 g carbs</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 90 min skiing</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">=</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">559bg</span> </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(recheck: </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">508bg</span></i></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">, which is really the same number given meter accuracy)</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">559bg</span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">- 3.2 units insulin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 90 min waiting</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">=</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">395bg</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">395bg</span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">- 1 unit insulin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 2 hour nap</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">=</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">120bg</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">120bg</span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 10 g carbs</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 2 hours loafing and feeling like crap</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">=</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">187bg</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">187bg</span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 3hours sleeping</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">=</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">51bg</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">51bg</span> +</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> 15 g carbs</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+ 3 hours sleeping</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">=</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">237bg</span></span></span>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-88029575749874768632011-01-29T14:18:00.000-05:002011-01-29T14:18:20.451-05:00The Diabetic’s Dilemma<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have an infusion set in, that was due to be changed this morning. And it </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">hurts</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">! It gave me that stinging-sore, probably-bent-the-cannula feeling going in, and it’s being doing the itchy, achy, give up and change it feeling ever since. Plus, it’s right where the waistband of my jeans rubs, so sitting down puts even more pressure on it, making it more uncomfortable.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I really ought to pull it out. Even if if hadn’t been bugging me, the three days were up this morning, and I generally do best changing every two or three days.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But here’s the clinker: my blood sugars have been </span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">fantastic</span></span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">!!! I’m talking no-hitter for over 60 hours (OK, a few lows and quite a few extra snacks as things get close to my low threshold) and that’s with my Dexcom set at 80/160. And the only reason I broke 160 last night was because I went out for a fancy dinner, involving wine, fresh bread, potatoes, palate-cleansing sorbet and chocolate lava cake - and even then after a few hours I drifted down to 101 without correcting after a conservative bolus.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I’m trying to figure out: is it one of those rare breaks from the chaos gods - because believe me, even with major effort I can seldom manage 12 hours between the lines, not most of three days. Did a few beta cells manage to grow while my immune system has been busy taking down another organ? Is it the infusion set itself - maybe it’s nicking into a small blood vessel or something making the insulin work much quicker? If so, how often can I find that spot again?</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don’t know, but whatever it is, I don’t want to screw it up. Which means keeping the site in place until my BG starts doing its usual Charlie-Brown zigzags, or the pump reservoir is empty, whichever comes first. With any luck, I can make it to lunchtime tomorrow. </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wish me luck - if you need me, I'm in the kitchen watching my BG go up just 30 points and back down on its own whenever I eat a double-chocolate Newman-O! </span></span></span></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-90464702754830164122010-11-14T09:43:00.000-05:002010-11-14T09:43:03.670-05:00Trust<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">When you glance at your monitor before shutting off the reading lamp, and it has you 98 and dropping, even though less than an hour ago your fingerstick was 130 and you haven’t bolused since dinner and you’ve been flat overnight for weeks, you trust it. You drink a juice before turning out the light, and you go to sleep.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">When the low alarm wakes you at 12:30 am, and says you’re 65 and that bedtime juice did absolutely nothing, you trust it again and set up a new juice box in the dark, slurp it down and toss the empty off the side of the bed.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">When it goes off again at 2 am, claiming you’re 48 and you need more juice, you don’t exactly trust it, but you figure correcting a high later is better than risking a low, and besides you’re too tired to deal with dragging out the meter to double check, so you drink yet another juice.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">When sometime in the still pitch black night, your own body wakes you, covered in sweat, heart pounding, limbs shaking, and mind so frozen with terror you can’t even speak, you can only let out a kind of high pitched whine, you trust your husband will hear you, wake up, and ask if you’re OK. And you trust that when you gasp out “More juice!” he grabs another one off the headboard, gets the straw in, and makes sure you drink.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And when you wake to a fingerstick of 61, a bladder the size of a volleyball, and a brain that feels like its been taken out and run over during the night, and send another juice box over the side before you even get up for the toilet, you trust that it was just a fluke, that your guardian angels mechanical, metabolical, metaphysical, and marital will continue to watch out for you, that it will be OK to go to sleep again tonight, and tomorrow night, and the night after that.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">But as you struggle to get on with your real life during the day, you have to trust that there are people out there, who understand that this is much more than just an inconvenience, that insulin and meters and monitors are not a cure, that even constant vigilance cannot give more than an illusion of control over a broken body.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And you trust that they’ll keep trying, that despite battles for funding and dead-ends and discouragement, you trust that some one, some where, some time, will come up with the key to unlock this prison, to free us all from this undeserved life sentence.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">You trust. You have to.</span></div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br />
</span></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-81491368024620762532010-09-01T06:59:00.000-04:002010-09-01T06:59:35.243-04:00Diabetes Art Day<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Every Day</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-60245235005368919332010-05-04T18:58:00.000-04:002010-05-04T18:58:20.298-04:00The Insulin Nazi<i>This is a copy of a letter I plan to mail out once I calm down. Apparently I have to choose between the friendly-but-incompetent pharmacy that keeps giving me bad insulin, or the effective-but-infurating one I dealt with today:</i><br />
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<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">To Whom it May Concern -</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am writing to complain about unauthorized altering of a prescription by one of your pharmacists at CVS #XXXX. I presented the pharmacist with a valid prescription written by my doctor for 3 vials of insulin per month, with three refills. This is a dose I have been taking for years and filling without issue at a non-chain local pharmacy. My insurance company has never had any problem with this amount.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Last month, when I brought the new prescription to CVS, the pharmacist at first only gave me a single bottle of insulin. When I told her it was supposed to be three bottles, she said she needed to know how much insulin I took per day. I told her that the amount varied greatly because I was on an insulin pump and had a variety of issues affecting my insulin sensitivity on a day to day basis (as do many people with diabetes). </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She said she needed to calculate what a thirty day supply of insulin would be. I replied that a thirty day supply was what my doctor had written the prescription for - three bottles. The pharmacist replied that she needed a number. So I told her it could go as high as seventy units per day.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She said 70 units times thirty days would be 2100 units, and rounded down to two bottles (2000 units total). I was in a hurry and needed to leave, so I agreed to the two bottles and was able to leave with my partial prescription.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">There were a few problems with her calculation. First, it assumes I can get every unit of insulin out of the bottle with no waste. This is physically impossible. Second, it does not take into account that I use an insulin pump with 43 inches of tubing. This tubing must be primed (filled with insulin) every two days when I change my infusion site. It takes a minimum of 21 units of insulin to prime the tubing, insulin that is discarded when the site is changed. Third, it does not take into account that the very nature of diabetes is change. A huge variety of factors can cause your blood sugar to rise, and very few of them are within a patient’s control. Infusion sets get accidentally torn out, hormone levels change, other chronic conditions interfere with insulin sensitivity. Three bottles was the amount determined by me and my physician to keep me healthy.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> What I actually should have said was on a typical site change I load the pump with 150-175 units of insulin, and change it every two days, but I was thinking “dose” not “priming plus dosage”. This comes out to be about 2500 units of insulin - clearly more than two bottles. </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Also, I was not expecting to have to justify my doctors written directions. Do patients with infections have to argue that 250mg of penicillin should be enough if the doctor had prescribed 300mg, or do I need to worry that this pharmacist will suggest that I only need to take Synthroid for six days a week? </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Since I still had a partial bottle at the time I filled the prescription, I was able to get through the month and figured I would explain as I picked up my refill that she had miscalculated the amount I would need. That ran into a few snags. First, my phone refill was not ready on the day I stopped for it. They said it would be in by the next day so I agreed to come back then. On the following day, a violent thunderstorm had knocked out the store’s power shortly before I arrived; the pharmacy’s computer was still running on back up power and I had cash to pay for the prescription so I thought I would be in the clear.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Once again, I was given a single bottle. Apparently, while modifying my prescription to fit her idea of my doctors directions, the pharmacist wiped out all my refills; instead of nine bottles doled out stingily two at a time; only one bottle was left on my record. After several minutes of arguing I was able to leave with my single bottle - no charge. Of course it should be no charge, it was part of the incomplete original thirty day prescription. I agreed to return again when the computers were up to try and straighten out the issue.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This mix up would not have occurred if my prescription was filled as written, and I would like your assurance that in the future your employees will not attempt to second-guess my physician.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am not a junkie; I am not selling extra insulin on eBay or sharing it with my friends so they can experience the joys of a life-threatening insulin reaction. I simply think that your pharmacist should not be determining my quality of life, simply because she suspects I might be trying to cheat my health insurance company - a company that has never once complained about the amount of insulin or test strips I use per month.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am sending copies of this letter to the local CVS pharmacy, the CVS customer service, my doctor, and my health insurance company. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></i></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(...And of course posting it on my blog to be read by diabetics everywhere)</span></span></i></span></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-48377327877513815572010-04-12T08:44:00.003-04:002010-04-12T08:51:02.368-04:00My dying apridra comments were eaten by blogspotFor some reason blogspot keeps saying I have no "unmoderated" comments, but a friend said she posted last week and comment never went anyplace... If you commented on that post please try again on this one (or that one) and hopefully it will work this time....Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-31887723647015744122010-04-09T06:57:00.004-04:002010-04-12T08:42:37.416-04:00Is your Apidra dying early???? Commenting Fixed, I hope<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">NOTE </span>- blogspot decided I don't need to see any comments for some reason. I had to turn off comment moderation. Any comments on this post went into some kind of black hole, so please recomment if you said something before...</span><br /><br />I live in upstate New York, I've tried two different pharmacies (an independent and a CVS) and I seem to run into issues with my Apidra dying about 10 days after opening a vial. It can't be my fridge as it happens even with the first vial I bring home from the pharmacy, which gets opened and set on my dresser. <div><br /></div><div>This has been happening on and off since July, but it's gotten really bad since Christmas. I'm talking like 80% of the insulin I open lasts a week. Has anyone else seen this???</div><div><br /></div><div>My last two bottles (different pharmacies, both not very effective after 6 or 7 days, and virtually dead by 10) are from lot numbers 40C413 (exp 7/2011) and 40C419 (exp 9/2011).</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyone out there with those lot numbers, can you let me know if yours works? I suspect all the local pharmacies may get supplied from the same place....</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks!</div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-10996696222330852602010-02-22T16:52:00.002-05:002010-02-22T16:58:31.584-05:00Eeeww!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">So I just got in the door from work, and Numbers Two and Three Sons meet me at the door. "Puzzle got a mouse."</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><div><br /></div><div>What, in the house? "No, outside. We brought her in and put her in her crate. The mouse is on the patio." Puzzle is a sixty pound Labradoodle, not a cat, BTW. She has also gotten rabbits and once a possum (that got up and ran off after playing dead on our patio for an hour).</div><div><br /></div><div>So I grab a bag and to pooper scooper, figuring I'll tie it up and toss it in the barrel. Kids get so squeamish. I walk to the back patio, glance around, then turn toward the door.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mouse my a$$! There was an <b>ENORMOUS, DEAD RAT </b>right next to my back steps. We're talking larger than most squirrels. </div><div><br /></div><div>I knock on the back door, request a larger bag, gingerly lift said enormous rodent by the tail using the scooper - "Jaws" - and drop it in the bag. A few minutes before I can touch the bag and tie it shut. I wheeled the barrel out of the garage and then put the bag in it.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you need me, I'll be hiding in my room, watching the adrenalin based BG spike....</div></span><br /></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-47975982104721598232010-02-04T14:28:00.004-05:002010-02-04T14:34:20.944-05:00Losing It<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">I broke an almost-new bottle of insulin this week. It had been opened less than 48 hours, had only 150 units removed. It wasn’t an accident or a cat attack, though. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">The short story is it broke because I threw it at a wall. Twice.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">The long story starts with it being a typical day at work. Getting ready to drive home, I tested at 160. Which was kind of high for that time of day. But, I was about to get in the car so I figured I would keep an eye on it and check again after I got home.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Now, at home this wasn’t a typical day. This was Number Two Son’s 13th birthday, so we were skipping most of our kids extra activities to stay home and celebrate as a family. So from the minute I got home I was rushing around, trying to hustle the boxes from Amazon upstairs, clear the table, and work on dinner. Normally Number Two Son helps me prepare, but since it was his birthday he had the day off.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Brown rice, chicken with spicy Thai basil sauce. I start the rice, start digging out ingredients, chopping veggies, and getting it all set to cook. I run around, glancing down at Dex. About 170. Well, not great, but I’m too busy to deal with that now, I will just add in a correction at dinner.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Life happened. Grandparents stopped in to see the kids, husband was late trying to pick up the cake on the way home. As grandparents leave I resume cooking, really hungry now. Chicken smells amazing. Even more so as I add the fresh basil, ginger and garlic and that wonderful smell fills the kitchen. Husband arrives home, with carrot cake and Samoa Girl Scout Cookie ice cream. I add the curry paste, broth, and cornstarch and give one more stir. Dinner should be ready in five minutes - just an hour later than originally planned.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">And then it happened. That sudden metallic taste at the back of my mouth. <i>High</i>. I glance down at Dex. Crap! I wash my hands, test. 379. <i>Nooo! </i> Now here is where I doubt the conventional “being high makes you cranky” symptom. I felt absolutely fine until I saw that number.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">I got cranky pretty damn fast, though.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">You see, I should have been expecting this number. Two days before, I had to jettison a half-empty vial, because my numbers were running high and I’d realized, after opening the new one, that it was from the same lot number and might cause a problem too. But the first 36 hours had been fine, nothing that couldn’t have been explained by typical D fluctuations.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">But with the 200-points-in-two-hours jump, I knew exactly what it was.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">“I can’t eat, I’m high. This is ready. I’ve got to go up and pull the site, I’ll be down when he opens his presents.” I grab a fresh vial from the fridge (different lot number), and I go upstairs, the smell of that incredible curry following me.</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">At least knowing it was a bad batch saved me from the usual litany of blame: </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1 - Is it me (miscalculated the carbs)? </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2 - Is it me (forgot a bolus)? </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>3 - Is it me (missed seeing an air bubble)? </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>4 - Is it me (caught site on clothing)? </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>5 - Is it me (should have changed site earlier)?</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>6 - Is it me (didn’t do my usual exercise)?</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>etc, etc, up to about </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>129 - Is the insulin bad?</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">I was able to cut right to the chase, yank out the perfectly good site, fill the pump with new (and cold!) insulin and blast in a correction. Then I sat at the edge of the bed. I should have used a syringe to correct - but I knew I had essentially been pumping dishwater for the afternoon and the fresh Apidra should fix it. And that’s when the meltdown began. I didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to have to deal with this, wanted to be downstairs with my family eating a yummy dinner, followed by birthday cake, ice cream, and no thinking. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">And it’s not just the two duds in a row that got to me. This is the fourth time since Christmas (yes, Christmas day I got bad insulin - talk about unfair! How long does it take to deduce bad insulin on a day you expect to run high??). There is nothing obviously wrong with my fridge, and when I pick up my last refill at the phamacy, I’m going to skip the fridge entirely and see if if goes bad in two weeks at room temperature. The next script is going to get filled at a different pharmacy, just to see if it’s their handling, not mine [editor’s note, see litany of blame, #130 - Is it me (did I do something to make the insulin go bad)? ].</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">I started collecting all the various bits of site-change garbage off my dresser, remembering to “flip off” the little blue cap like it asks you too (they probably don’t mean given it the bird, but then they should be more specific). Then I see the old, dead bottle and pick it up. I even check it to see if there’s any outward sign - good til April 2011, clear, no floating crap. Just dead. Sigh. I head for the trash, and and am suddenly hit by an overwhelming urge the throw something.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Well, what better thing to throw than a defective bottle of what is supposed to be life-sustaining medication? I toss it, startling the cats but not really doing much else (the phrase “throw like a girl” did come to mind). So I retrieve it from the floor, scope out a nice blank section of bedroom wall, and really put my heart into it. The top and bottom broke off, although the plastic label kept the rest of it intact. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">I feel somewhat better, retreating to a corner with a book to wait for my sugar to go down. I even went down to watch Number Two Son cut the cake and open his presents, pretending to be in a good mood until I could slink back upstairs.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">I finally got to eat about three hours later. Rice AND curry AND birthday cake AND ice cream. Morning BG? 74. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Fuck you, diabetes!</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-33406369548337026522010-01-26T16:59:00.001-05:002010-01-26T17:02:33.606-05:00The Gusher<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; ">Site change day. Given my more or less complete zombie state in the mornings, I was quite proud of myself for remembering. I shut off the alarm clock, took my synthroid, checked my BG (114) and fumbled around until I got a grip on the tape on my stomach for my infusion set and pulled it loose. I left the pump in the bed, grabbed Dex, and headed for the bathroom, my eyes barely open enough to keep me from stepping on the cats. They twined around my legs, meowing in eerie harmonies. We feed Sarah in our bathroom, and Tucker in our bedroom to keep the food away from the dog, so they associate alarm clocks with breakfast. And they want it NOW.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; ">It was only after I'd chased the cats out and turned on the light that I happened to look down. Blood was running down my bare legs, and my bedtime tee shirt looked like something from a slasher flick. There was a huge pattern of blood drops all over the front of my shirt, like I'd been standing right next to Freddy Kreuger's latest victim. Ugh. A dozen large drops on the bathroom floor (and presumably the cats as well, as they are yowling unhappily outside the door).<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; ">Good morning, diabetesland! I ball up the tee shirt and press it against my belly, then feed the cats to shut them up before tossing the shirt into the sink next to Dex and hopping into the shower. Only to be interrupted a few minutes later by my husband, pounding on the door to ask if I'm all right. Apparently Freddy Kreuger got the bed too.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; ">Bleeding stopped. New site in. Bathroom floor wiped down. Pajamas, sheets, and bathmat in the wash. Cats at least are self-washing. Just another day with diabetes.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; ">Only I don't like the way the cats are looking at me. Maybe tonight I'll put a baseball bat under my pillow next to Dex. Just in case.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></p></span>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-86293404013113863392009-11-09T20:20:00.002-05:002009-11-09T20:36:53.951-05:00Turning D-blog day into D-log dayI did it. After several months, tonight I finally started the beta test of my logging software. This is the idea I pitched last spring for the DiabetesMine design contest, which I've been using to log my own readings since March. In June I bought a MacBook and now take that along to my endo's and look at the output together.<div><br /></div><div>It's been working pretty well for me, and my inherent laziness had kicked in, and I had really stalled on doing anything else with it. Until I was contacted by someone who found the ChaosTracker <a href="http://www.chaostracker.com/">website</a>, and asked if I still needed beta testers. And after weeks of email tag, I had something almost ready to send out - and as I was writing up the directions, two more people found me and asked to help. Which is probably all I can handle at this point, until I clear up the know bugs and start looking at enhancements.</div><div><br /></div><div>So now I have my beta test starting, with the goal of putting in a real effort between Christmas and New Year's this year and actually getting this out the door shortly afterwards. Wish me luck - and happy D-(b)log day!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-62622296415316837022009-10-10T10:51:00.003-04:002009-10-10T10:59:41.947-04:00Can somebody make this movie?Back in college, I had a friend who was a pretty good juggler. Sometimes, he would start off with just 2 or 3 objects, and we'd toss more and more in, until eventually he'd have maybe 7 or 8 items going, and then they'd all fall down, except for a few he'd manage to catch before they hit the floor.<div><br /></div><div>If anyone out there has the coordination (it sure ain't me), could you do a "life with D" juggling video? Start with a meter and pump, then add in an apple or something ("eat healthy"), then a sneaker ("exercise"), then a juice box ("you're low"), bottle of ketone strips, wallet, alarm clock, CGMS, whatever. I think it would be a great visual on the juggling we have to do every day, along with a reminder that no one can get it perfect all the time...</div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-74527174924176941432009-10-01T07:53:00.006-04:002009-10-01T08:07:27.667-04:00If you build it... (nothing to do with D)This is where I send myself when I'm in desperate need of a "Mommy time-out".<br /><br /><br />The Castle Room, with elliptical decorated for effect:<div><br /><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUOBycxCFFU/SsSZLyBYGDI/AAAAAAAAADI/izV2QxnZISI/s400/Photo+24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387599481927112754" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Close up of the doors to The Crawlspace of Unfinished Projects (like half-finished afghans, needlepoint, curtains, and shirts. That visible "table" leg is from my great-grandmother's 1931 electric Singer sewing machine, which I still use)</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUOBycxCFFU/SsSZg5b97OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AyioHsPxwus/s400/Photo+25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387599844694944994" /></div><div><br /></div><div>... THEY WILL COME:</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUOBycxCFFU/SsSZzKJoCjI/AAAAAAAAADY/5-Cnf9l3_0s/s400/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387600158419061298" /></div><div>That's Tucker (big gray one) and Sarah (little brown one), in their favorite spot in the house.</div><div><br /></div></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-20192892263845664792009-09-16T18:48:00.002-04:002009-09-16T19:05:30.433-04:00Comments from the castleI'm trying a vlog today from my "castle room", the room over the garage the kids and I turned into the perfect reading nook...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyENsygwl_InJ4FIpcH-q8V88Ld84vaLY9RUSVQV58ByYjTE8nKlIGVG-ppZT12k3qNpHKlP5AHBrk' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-25934577001612728362009-08-25T17:19:00.002-04:002009-08-25T17:21:43.374-04:00Come again?What the weather forecaster says:<div><br /></div><div>"Increasing clouds tonight with scattered thunderstorms, some severe. Lows around 70."</div><div><br /></div><div>What a PWD hears:</div><div><br /></div><div><div>"Increasing clouds tonight with scattered thunderstorms. Some severe lows around 70." Severe lows? What do they mean, seventy's not bad at all... WTF?</div><div><br /></div><div>... oh</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-72532080013598061312009-08-19T20:27:00.002-04:002009-08-19T20:57:57.354-04:00The Magic BrownieOkay, okay, it's not <span style="font-weight:bold;">that</span> kind of magic brownie. I was always too much of a goody-two-shoes to ever try anything stronger than alcohol. But this particular magic brownie was I think even better than what first leapt into your mind.<br /><br />Let me preface this by saying my BG is always wacky. Diabetes seldom lets me get away with anything. I actually need to bolus about 1.2 units (from a TDD of under 30) for a cup of decaf coffee with a tablespoon of milk in it. I can be 100, eat 10g of carbs, <span style="font-style:italic;">not forget to bolus</span>, and still be 340 an hour later. It's more or less completely random. That is why I have been wearing a CGMS since the minimed FDA approval study - I cannot reliably predict what can happen, I can only react to what is happening now. (Yes, I do know how to count carbs, use a scale, exercise, etc, etc. It doesn't get me to predictable, it only keeps me conscious). Although, as my immune system has taken out a few more hormone-producing organs after killing off my islets, things are slowly getting easier.<br /><br />Anyway, back to the actual story, last night's dinner was stir-fried organic farm veggies with some leftover pork chops, brown rice, and biriyani spices thrown in. And a glass of milk. Tasty, but hard to predict. So I bolused conservatively, because I was about to get in the car to go to my writers group and down that aforementioned cup of decaf coffee. I figured I would recheck then and add in any extra along with my coffee bolus.<br /><br />At the bookshop cafe, there was a line. There usually isn't. I had to stand for ten minutes, staring at their yummy display case. They all looked good, but the brownie, well, it was like one of those early dracula movies - me standing there, all innocent and confused, and the brownie on the other side of the glass, beckoning, beckoning...<br /><br />I tore my concentration away and looked at Dex, to remind myself why I needed to virtuously avert my eyes from the evil confection. 110. With two arrows straight down. Obviously a sign from above. Or below.<br /><br />I carried brownie and coffee back to my table, doublechecked with the meter. 94. Okay, let's eat. I will keep an eye on Dex, and as soon as I start rising I will bolus, because this brownie has gotta be at least 50g all on its lonesome, so even if the fat takes a while to hit, it's not going to be pretty.<br /><br />Writer's group over: 112. Run into Staples and Target for kids school supplies: 81. Drink 15g juice box. Drive home. 110. Get ready for bed: 108. These are fingersticks, btw, as Dex looks too good to be true.<br /><br />Okay, I'm too tired to stay up for the carb blast, either Dex will wake me or I'll treat him like a snooze and fix it in the morning.<br /><br />Wake at 6:30. 71.<br /><br />Like I said, a magic brownie.<div><br /></div><div>We all deserve one now and again.</div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17189804.post-89408756623185276032008-11-09T15:17:00.002-05:002008-11-09T15:27:56.297-05:00It's d-blog dayBack when I started blogging in Sept 2005 it was out of a sense of desperation. Was there anyone else out there who knew what I was going through? All the reading I had done on type 1 talked about blood glucose levels that behaved correctly as long as you counted carbs properly, exercised, and found your "patterns".<br /><br />What a relief it was to discover the non-textbook reality: people whose BG refused to fall into predictable patterns, people to remind me that 2+2 almost never equals 4 in the world of diabetes, people who said the same things I wanted to say, only much more eloquently.<br /><br />A big part of the reason I don't blog as often is that I am no longer so frustrated with this disease. And that is because of the comments, support, and writing of all of the other d-bloggers out there. Thank you all, and happy D-blog day!Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312006887995801255noreply@blogger.com8