14 Days of Dex: Day 2

Thankfully the DexCom let me sleep through most of the night. It woke me up at 3am, beeping that I was high--243 or something like that--a meter check revealed I was 196. I corrected. I woke up higher at 7:00am.

Oh well.

I know three facts right now:

1.) CGMS is still not an exact science.
2.) I've only had the DexCom a little over 24 hours. I shouldn't expect too much yet.
3.) It is a certain time of month, therefore the numbers can get downright unpredictable. Not to mention the fact that I want to eat things every minute of every day. Being a woman is annoying in this way--if you're not a lady, be momentarily glad.

My nine-hour profile is vaguely U-shaped. It wouldn't have arched back up at the end, but I was curious to see just how fast my BS would go up after I ate carbs that I didn't bolus for. The answer--pretty quick. No wonder I feel so crappy when I forget to bolus! The sudden 40-point jump is right there, staring back at me from a pocket-sized screen.

It's pretty fascinating to see your blood glucose levels in action, even if it's not the most accurate set of readings in the world.

Now I just have to remember to carry the DexCom with me when I move around. I left it in the car accidentally when I got home from my job interviews today. I had it on the passenger seat in case it decided to beep in the middle of the turnpike. Which it did.

And now, randomness prompts me to bring you a Friday Cat Blog:

This is Sadako, asleep and adorable. If you're not familiar with her, she's actually Nigel's cat, but she's pretty much the House Cat--Matt and I just don't have to scoop the litter box. This pic has been the background on the Xbox 360 home screen for a while now, and everyone says, "Awww!" when you turn it on. But a warning to you all: do not let that fuzzy face fool you. This is a bad kittycat. I came downstairs yesterday to grab the pair of shoes I wanted to wear to the interview I had in the morning. One shoe was good. The other shoe? This sneaky puddy-tat peed in it! It was a pair of shoes I really liked, and now, they are going in the trash. The right shoe cannot be saved. Sigh. At least I had backup shoes.