Friday, July 29, 2016

And then... Diabetes

Today has been one of those days.  Admittedly, it's only halfway over, but I am all the way done.

Today has sent one of my children into tears anytime you talk to them.  Crying because they have to sit on the toilet, eat breakfast, sit at the table, wear shoes (or anything on their feet).  Crying because they are not allowed to wear pyjamas out to run errands, the dog is in their way, and it's too hot out.

So. Much. Crying.

Today it took almost 60 minutes to leave to house.  Because of wardrobe issues, foot ware issues, having to poop/not being able to poop x 2 (kids, not me), and our dog going missing.  Turns out she was locked in the office, and hadn't run away into the back field like I thought she had.

Today was supposed to be a day of running errands to three different stores, but we only made it to two, because I might have been a little afraid that I would leave my children at the last stop... accidentally on purpose.

Today one of my children decided to wear shoes that were too small (despite being warned), and ended up with ginourmous, painful blisters on their feet. This necessitated said child having to ride on the side of the cart, which resulted in said child knocking a bunch of salad dressing bottles to the floor as we were trying to pass another cart.

Of course, because today was today... the plastic bottles broke and ranch splattered everywhere. Much like my hopes for today getting any better.  Clean up on aisle 8, please.

Today the store was out of milk.  And Orange juice.  Meaning I'll have to go back at some point.

And the child in the second paragraph?  Still crying.

And it's times like these that diabetes always decides to be a jerk.  It's never when I'm sitting on the sofa with my feet up, noshing on some bon bons (she said, sarcastically).  

Nope, diabetes seems to like to poke it's head in when I'm losing my proverbial shit.

Because today, a dexcom sensor was ripped off as Elise was getting dressed.  A three-day old sensor.

Being blind during the warm-up period, we didn't know she was going high.  Because of Nightscout, I had my raw data, and it was telling me she was running in the high 100s (normal after breakfast). The 2-hour check put her closer to 300. So we corrected off that number.

That correction plummeted her to 40. She was barely coherent. It took her 30 minutes to get better.

As an aside: I'm pretty sure meter accuracy is the culprit on this one. Even though the strips are testing in range with the control solution (albeit, on the higher end), every 5 strips or so, we notice a huge discrepancy between the meter and dex.  Today, we checked twice (to calibrate dex), and both numbers were around the same. 

So I'm deciding to to send today to time out.  Along with my children.  Because I've got some bon bons to eat.


  1. Don't we all have those days? Then,Diabetes "sweetens" the crappy deal!

  2. I think to varying degrees my wife would say about the same about her day two days ago. The main difference is the diabetes was with me and the dog had to be retrieved from our neighbor. Yes after 42 years with diabetes some things never change.

    I referred your blog to the blog page for the week of July 25, 2016.

  3. Sure hope today is a little better.


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