Why, you write haiku in your head, with a diabetes twist. And rename it dia-ku, all the while laughing maniacally at yourself in your very sleep-deprived state.
(I won't mention that this was the second night in a row that we had high BGs because of blood in the cannula - oops, I just did).
So that's what I found myself doing last night instead of sleeping. Fred is out of town and I was afraid with all that insulin coursing through her body, Elise would drop dangerously low. So I wrote some haiku and thought I'd share some of my craziness. Join me, won't you?
High, then low, then high
Who needs to sleep anyway?
Stupid growth hormones
Who needs to sleep anyway?
Stupid growth hormones
Darkness surrounds us
489? WTF!
Time to change your pump
489? WTF!
Time to change your pump
High BG, ketones
Why won't these corrections work?
Diabetes sucks
Why won't these corrections work?
Diabetes sucks
