Monthly Archives: April 2013
On Friday evening, my father-in-law stopped over for a surprise visit – with the question “What’s for dinner?”
Actually, the part about the visit being a surprise was a lie, but the question was true. Not being in the mood to hear criticisms of a homemade meal, we elected to head out to a local Bar-and-Grill type place to eat.
I ordered a corned-beef reuben sandwich with a side of fries. And since the Happy Hour special, a 16 ounce (light) beer for $1.50, was too good to pass up, I got one of those too.
French fries will be the death of me. I don’t think I ever ate a fry that I didn’t later regret — at least not since I started keeping a close eye on my blood sugars. (But the sandwich, prepared on rye bread, should be better than a different type of sandwich on a bun, right?).
But this time, I thought I finally got it right:
My blood sugar came up, peaked a bit, then started to come back down. Just like it should — but rarely does — after a meal like this.
Finally!! I got it right!! I was really, really proud of myself that night. I was in disbelief, but quietly congratulating myself for getting the bolus right.
I went to bed with a big smile on my face, just delighted over how well my D-management was.
But six hours later, I learned that – while I was sleeping like a baby – the shit had hit the fan…
Apparently I noticed a small climb in BG and had given a slight correction for them (I also, apparently, slept through a few alarms), but I wasn’t prepared to wake up at 3:32 am with a blood sugar of 297 mg/dl.
Next time, I’ll wait a full 24 hours before assessing my diabetes-related decisions…
This vlog (video-log) could have just as easily been titled “A Consequence of Hypoglycemia”, but alas, that name was already taken. So I’ll just go with the “Rocky Reality…” name.
(subtitle: “Gonna Cry Now”)
Running time 3 minutes
Last week, Moira wrote a post on Despite Diabetes which began with the following sentence:
DOC and others: A great young man named Carter is having a hard time and doubting he can rule the world with diabetes on board.
She asks for letters of encouragement in the comments, and as of this writing, there are thirty-six of them. In addition to my comment on her blog, I’d like to share my letter to Carter here, in the hopes that it might also inspire others who may be struggling with diabetes.
I admit it. I’m one of the people that has put a big emotional investment on hope. I think everyone hopes for something, but the extent to which we rely on that hope, and and to which it makes us happy or sad, anxious or angry, motivated or despondent, varies.
In this particular case, my hope has led me to inclinations of the latter of each of the three pairings (sadness, anger, despondency).
Why? Because I’m not hoping for something that hasn’t been discovered yet (well, I am, but that’s not what upsets me). I’m hoping for something that is available to the most of the free world (you can even order it in Canada, apparently), but not in the United States.
I’m talking about the Medtronic Enlite Continuous Glucose Monitoring Sensor.
Why is it that those of us in the States are stuck using a primitive sensor with a needle that is terrifyingly large and readings that are (sometimes) terrifyingly inaccurate? (sometimes, this happens)
Even though I somehow forgot to bolus for Saturday’s breakfast, this should never have happened: