Our week with Dex

Well hello!  Long time, no blog... which for me usually means something craptastic is happening.  Not so much this time around.  We've just been busy.  My Mom has been in town and our activities have been non-stop.  In two weeks we have:

• Re-done my downstairs half bath, including; stripping U-G-L-Y wallpaper, patching, priming (walls, vanity and baseboards), painting said vanity and baseboards, applying 3+ coats of venetian plaster to the walls, sanding and polishing the plaster, sealing the plaster, and hanging 2 paintings, a mirror and a light fixture. And by we, I mostly mean my Mom.
• Cleaned out and organized my garage.
• Put together a bookshelf for the master bedroom.
• Had a photo session with our photograper from Inspiration Through Art. 
• Started a garden.

As well as all the other day to day things that involve running a household and caring for two kids.  Did I mention that Fred has been gone pretty much the whole time?  Yeah, it's going to suck when she leaves.

But this post isn't about that, it's about our brief and somewhat lovely interlude with our dexcom.  We are back to being dex-free, which was Elise's choice and I fully support it. 

The 7 days gave us some great information.  I was worried that her graph would mostly consist of huge peaks and valleys, but I was happy to see that she stays pretty steady between meals.  That has given me HUGE peace of mind.

Do I wish she would still wear it?  Yeah... I do.  Not having to worry so much about the night time was great.  Knowing which way she was headed was wonderful. And I loved being able to bolus more aggressively when she was high.

But once again, the negatives were just not worth it.  The itching it caused.  And the rash that turned so red and angry (like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli).  Plus she quickly remembered how much she hates to carry the receiver around.

While I am thankful for technology like CGMs, I just wish the technology was better.  Less intrusive, and easier to make a part of your every day life. 

So once again we have laid dex to rest in a little drawer, along with his little buddy, Mr. Transmitter, until the next time they're needed.  Sleep well, guys... until we meet again!

Still alive...

Just a quick note to say, yes... I am still alive.

This whole past week has really kicked my butt and I'm still trying to recover. My house looks like a garbage dump threw up in it, and my family just might resort to eating dog food if I don't get my act together.

I wonder how many carbs are in dog food?

Anyway, if you don't frequent my other blog, I wrote the whole sordid story about my mom and her hospital experience down in a post over there. Click here to read it.

Sorry for my continued silence and lack of participation on all of your blogs. I'm hoping to be back in the swing of things soon.

An update on my Mom

Just wanted to post a quick update on my Mom... her condition worsened to the point where she had to be admitted to the hospital. They're saying kidney infection (which is what we were saying the FIRST time we went to the ER, but the doc obviously did not listen).

She's still not feeling great, even after a night in the hospital. As of now, it's 12:30 pm and a doc STILL has not been by to see her. She hasn't received anymore antibiotics other than the ones she got yesterday around 5:00 pm, and all there doing is re-hydrating her and giving her pain meds. Nobody is telling her anything. It is so ridiculous, starting with our ER visit on Saturday, but that's for another post.

Elise and I are on our way back to the hospital now... time to start kicking someone in the groin.

And how was YOUR week?

You may have noticed it's been a bit quiet around here. Not for a lack of anything to say, because if you know me at all, I'm rarely at a loss for words.

But I'm seriously trying to recover from one of the most craptastic weeks I've had in awhile.

If you read my other blog, then you know on Monday that I had a not-so-fun experience of my car breaking down in the middle of a busy road. Over $500 later, she's as good as 10 years old again.

Then I started feeling sick. But I was keeping my chin up because my Mom was coming to visit on Wednesday. On Thursday, she started feeling bad (although she didn't 'fess up until Saturday morning). I should have known something was wrong on Thursday because she was asking me for Advil or Tylenol. My mom NEVER takes anything. In fact, just for her to admit that she's not feeling well must mean she's close to dying.

I started getting a little worried because it was presenting like the flu; chills (so bad that she couldn't hold the cup of tea I made for her), headache, body aches and her fever started on Saturday (she'd been having the other symptoms since Thursday). I finally told her at 10:00 on Saturday night that she needed to go to the ER.

So away we went and two hours later (plus a shot of toradol in the bum, some hydrocodone and Ibuprofen), we had a dx of a bladder infection. I've never seen someone so happy to have a bladder infection in my life! She was so afraid she had the flu and had passed it onto Elise.

And speaking of Elise, we are having the craziest highs ever. With some lows thrown in every once in awhile to keep us on our toes. She's been waking up in the mornings with a BG in the mid to upper 300s, mostly because we've been having to give her extra carbs around 9:30 the night before to combat lows. Also, she's teething. I think it's her molars. Which could also be contributing to the highs.

And Fred? Well, poor Fred has been having to deal with three cranky females.

Here's to a much better week... starting NOW!