I have decided that my mind stayed home in bed today, while the rest of me had to get up and go to work.
5:45: Woke up, showered, dressed all that usual stuff
6:45: Claire is up, I check my blood sugar while Brent is getting her dressed, I am a 78, a little low, but nothing to worry about and I can't eat immediately anyway. I go brush Claire's teeth and fix her hair.
7:00 Running late, there is no time for breakfast, Claire grabs us 2 nutra-grain bars.
7:10 Arrive at Claire's daycare, realize that Muffins for Moms is today, not Friday, sit and eat a banana and half a muffin intending to shoot up in the car.
7:20: Now I am running really late, which is compounded by the fact that I am not going to my school today, but a different school that I can't get to because construction has the street blocked off in one direction.
7:45 After calling my friend Donna, who looks up how to get to the school and gives me directions, I arrive at school 15 minutes late. I hate being late. I am never late. I guess I shouldn't say never.
7:45-9:15 A few emails, walking around introducing myself to new teachers, helping with little problems, making notes about what needs to be done.
9:15 Sit down and realize I never gave a bosul on insulin for breakfast. Decide to check and see how much I should dial up. I open the vial of test strips and it is empty. Oh yeah, remember at 6:45, you saw that you used the last strip, but didn't grab a new vial right then, didn't grab one later either. Now what? Do I shoot up guessing on the amount? What about at lunch time? What about, what about? what about?
Damn.
I can't do anything about it now, I have a meeting with a teacher a 9:30.
10:45: Checked with the school nurse, she has test strips! but not my type. Do I go home for lunch or just wing it?
11:45: Can't go home to pick up strips. During my lunch I have to go get boxes to put cake balls in to deliver after school. Eat left overs, guessimate on insulin dose.
12:30-4:15 Work, work, work, pick up Claire, deliver cake balls and drive home.
4:30: Finally test blood sugar: 106, I am shocked, I expected it to be way out of wack. I have to say, I feel a little be invincible. I am sure it won't last.
Living with the Libre – 10 months on
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