After a flurry of posting to start November, I have fallen silent over the last few days. Not for lack of anything to say, just no energy to say it. I should have known better than to share those wonderful numbers on my last post.
It has been a pretty crappy day, nay... week. And I can pretty much blame it all on diabetes. I'm seriously starting to wonder if the pumping trade-offs are worth it. I don't think we've ever seen numbers this crazy. Or this high. Or this low for that matter. The only time we would see a BG that started with 3 is when she was sick, going through a growth spurt, or we had horribly miscounted carbs.
And it pains my heart to see those hills and valleys on the dex. I hate it. I miss the straight lines on MDI.
The nights have been the real crap-fest. She's either 49 or 409, with no discernible pattern. How do you make adjustments when every night is different? We've been waking up almost every hour to check her and I'm exhausted.
Today I thought I was done. My kids were on the verge of being renamed Cranky and Clingy.
No matter how hard I tried to clean my house, it was like bailing water from a sinking boat with a bucket full of holes.
My throat hurt and I had almost no voice left. Which made yelling at Cranky and Clingy very hard.
Then I went out to my mailbox and saw this...
Even though I had neglected to sign up for the postcard exchange, Shannon from Neurotic City sent me one anyway. How awesome is she? Love her.
Even though I'm mired down in the crappiness of it all, it rocks to know that someone out there is thinking of me. Thank you Shannon!
I love this DOC.
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