Diabetes Blog Week: A Day in the Life...with Diabetes

I always think of the whole "there is no spoon" thing from The Matrix, because I feel like there is no typical day with diabetes. But let me tell you about my day with diabetes so far. I will even backdate us slightly, to last evening.

It was a quiet evening at home, lounging on the futon, plotting to watch the newest episode of Doctor Who. I was downright lazy about checking my BG yesterday as well, since it wasn't exactly a lazy Sunday, but a Sunday of doing whatever I pleased. Well, lounging on the futon next to my sweetie then led to some rather, ahem, R-rated activities, the details of which I am going to spare you. Needless to say, this led to being detached from my pump for...um...

Well, I'm not sure how long I was disconnected exactly. It felt like it kept getting in the way of my fun, so I spent a fair amount of my, erm, adult time untethered. Maybe it was the overload of endorphins, but I didn't even really notice that I was feeling poorly afterward. I have been a bit under the weather since last week, and I chalked up my dry mouth to an unusual amount of mouth-breathing due to my head being congested. I watched my episode of Doctor Who. I went and got ready for bed. Checking my BG, I was met with a whopper: 402 mg/dl.

I swapped out my pump set for good measure and then did my correction bolus. I woke up this morning with my heart pounding, half-sweaty. My stomach yelled out to my brain, "FEED ME, SEYMOUR!!" Check the BG, and it's low. 84. That may not sound terribly low, but believe me, it's kind of harsh considering I went to bed so high. I managed to awkwardly propel myself from the bed down to the kitchen, where I consumed a few sips of juice and a slice of cold pizza. I pulled some clothes from the dryer while I was downstairs, then raced back upstairs because 8 minutes of my precious morning get-ready time was spent diagnosing a low and then eating. Threw on some clothes, made something out of my hair, and dotted a fair amount of concealer on my neck. Yes, my neck. I told you, things got adult.

I arrived at work feeling much better, although not entirely better. It's still work after all. Speaking of which, time to get back to working. Look for more posts this week!!