My CGM’s new name is Nixon
Monday night, when I went to bed, everything was good. My blood sugar was in range, and I was happy.
Forty-five minutes later, still not bad.
But then, the tape went blank. This happened:
For about an hour, the alarms failed to awaken me from my slumber. Eventually, they did, I tested, “restarted” the expired sensor, and gave a correction bolus.
It seemed that all hell had broken loose.
Granted, 214 isn’t so bad, but I have no idea how I got there. I was coasting along peacefully moments before. (My fingersticks can confirm that these CGM readings are, indeed, accurate). And despite the correction boluses, the number kept creeping up. So much that I decided to silence the alerts for a few hours .
Even in the morning, waking in the 250-260 ballpark, a Super-Pre-Bolus before breakfast didn’t help. When my meter clocked in with a number in the tricentennial region (over 300), I decided it was time for another Emergency Site Change in the office restroom, something that’s becoming quite common lately.
That led me to ponder this (on Facebook):
Amid all the pondering, I still have no idea what happened. The record of that short period of time is gone forever.
Damn that missing tape.
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Note to self: The restroom on the third floor of the office has those boxy metal toilet-paper dispensers. They’re much easier to balance infusion-set assembly kits on than the round molded plastic TP dispensers on the second floor, where I sit. The paper is softer, too.