These last few months have been... tumultuous.
I feel like I can hardly catch my breath. Especially when it comes to diabetes.
You see, we have been seeing some crazy numbers lately.
And everything in between.
Numbers that make you say, "what the frakity FRAK?" Because nothing makes any sense.
There are no patterns. She'll be high all night one night, then low the next two. Then high again. Then one of those feeding-her-all-night-and-not-getting-her-above-70 extravaganzas (and don't you just loooooove those?).
And because there are no discernible patterns, and my life is filled-to-the-brim full of other stuff, I feel helpless to do anything about it. The best way I can explain it is like this:
Have you ever seen that "I Love Lucy" episode where she gets a job in a chocolate factory? She is supposed to wrap the chocolates as they come by on the conveyor belt. Except they start coming faster and faster until she can't keep up anymore. And hilarity ensues. See for yourself:
I feel like Lucy, and those chocolates flying by are Elise's blood sugars. I know I shouldn't let them pass me by without doing anything about them, but they're all coming at me too fast. All I can do is stand there and stare at them.
Or I just end up shoving them down my shirt and in my mouth... metaphorically speaking, of course. I pretend that they are not even there.
On the surface, it all looks okay... her PDM is showing her average BG to be around 130. But if you were to look in my bra, you'd find a whole lot of unwrapped chocolates in there. And I'm betting it would be a bit of a mess; all melted and gooey.
I just wish I knew what to do. I wish I could stop the conveyor belt so I could catch my breath for a bit. And I wish I could find a resolution in just 30 minutes (well, 22 if you count commercials).
But most of all, I wish Elise's BGs really WERE chocolates. Because that would be kinda cool.
3 hours ago