Talk about diabetes having a mind of its own and making no
sense whatsoever! That would be this last Christmas weekend.
We went out of town to visit family over the weekend and
came back on Monday. Saturday and Sunday mornings there were homemade cinnamon
rolls that I just couldn’t resist. I had one each morning. I had no way of
knowing how many carbs were in each or how many units of insulin to give so I
just guessed. You know what happened? NOTHING!!! I was fine! I had no crazy highs
or lows at all from the cinnamon rolls or anything else I ate. I think I had one
low and a short time of being high after going out to eat one night, but
overall that’s not bad. Yippee, yay for
me!
Then we come home…………
Christmas eve morning
I had a breakfast of scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon, an orange and coffee.
No crazy sweets whatsoever. I counted my carbs correctly, I’ve eaten this
countless time with no problems. But not this day. BAM!!! Shortly after eating
I climbed, and climbed some more, and kept climbing until I got to about 290’s,
and I couldn’t get down until late afternoon. I rage bolused, and bolused some
more, and more, and just kept at it and would slowly drop and then go up a few
points and then maybe drop a bit more to where I thought I was finally coming down
from my high and then I’d plato and not drop anymore so I’d have to bolus
again!!! By the time I was finally feeling better and getting to a happy BG
place it was time to eat a big Italian Christmas meal and it all went to crap
again. I stayed close to 300 all night until after I fell asleep. I evened out
in the middle of the night and coasted along in the 150’s between 2am and
waking up around 10am. Did I mention that I was feeling like I was coming down
with a cold? Then again I’m really not sure if it’s that or if it’s my jacked
up blood sugars are making me feel like I’m getting sick or if I’m really
fighting something off. So Christmas morning we got up late because neither of
us were feeling that great. I had an orange and not even a half a cup of coffee
on our way to my uncle’s for family Christmas lunch and my BG went through the
roof again. I started checking my bg like crazy and watching it climb and then bolusing
to try and get things back down. We got to my uncle’s around noon, and it was
closer to 1:00 maybe before everyone was ready to eat and guess what! I didn’t
eat! Well, if you call eating salad eating then sure I ate. I sat there
checking Dexie (my Dexcom CGM as I like to call her, brilliant I know.),
munching on salad as my stomach was grumbling for mashed potatoes, chicken and
dumplings and green bean casserole. This is the first time I’ve ever passed on
eating a meal like this because my blood sugar was being a jerk. It seems like I’m
getting more insulin resistant lately. Again, maybe all of this is because my
body has been trying to fight something off on and off over the past month, I
don’t know. But yesterday, Christmas day, it took close to two hours for my
blood sugar to come down enough for me to feel comfortable enough to eat real
food. I had even bolused for a high carb meal, therefore I had a little over 15 units of insulin in my system and it still took me close to two hours to come down. Thats a lot of insulin! Even when I did finally eat, I only ate a small portion because I was so frustrated
that I would spike again. If it hadn’t
have been for the day before I probably would have ignored Dexie and expected
things to even out faster. Today I think I’ve been prepared for being high
because I’ve been going possibly over board with the amount of insulin.
I have to say, as
much as I may resent having the pump attached to me at all times, I’m loving
the temp basal setting and I’ve been making good use of it a lot lately with
the nasty highs.
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