Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Sometimes You're The Windshield...

....sometimes you're the bug.

Well, today, I feel like I've not only been squished on the windshield, but like I've then been scraped back and forth with the wipers!!

Yeah, not the best.

And, of course, the majority of it is directly related to the big effing D.

I was awake four times last night because of Bean's BGs.  None of which were remotely close to a number you'd like to see.

It started yesterday with a call from the sub-nurse with a report that Bean was at 290 for her lunch check.  Nice.  Well, she can't not eat lunch at school, nor can I bring her something less carby to try to help the situation, so it's her usual cheese sandwich, applesauce, and milk....lovely.

Another call, which I missed because, well, I teach and can't always answer the phone, reported that she was 320.
Now, that, in an of itself isn't a fabulous number.  BUT, when you consider it's about a 90 minutes post meal that started at 290, it's pretty good!

The afternoon progressed about the same and we chalked it up to it being pod change day and crossed our fingers that a new pod and an extra 0.50u with the first bolus would help things get back on track.

Ha, Ha, Ha....if only...

After dinner, Bean spiked into the low 400s and then before bed we got the lovely HIGH reading.  Rage bolused and temp basaled and sent her and her attitude to bed.

Midnight check showed 70s (Ubergeek did it and woke me up with his less than stealthy ways and less than quite comments about there not being any low supplies upstairs.)

Wilma alarms around 2 with a Below 80...and yep, she was in the 70s and I gave her an applesauce and turned off her basal for an hour.

Wilma then alarms around 4:30 with another Below 80....and yep, she was and I gave her a juice and climbed back in bed hoping to be able to catch another 45 minutes of sleep.

I leave before the whole breakfast thing happens, so I don't know how her morning went, other than when I checked Wilma she was pushing 100, which is perfect.

Then the lovely text message comes from the secretary, who plays nurse when one isn't there and does a kick ass job, around 10:30 and Bean's at 390.  You can insert your own choice words because I'm sure just about every one of them ran through my head in a millisecond.
We had her correct, pushed a ton of water, and low and behold at lunch about an hour later she was 266, which is progress, I suppose.

We'll wait and see what the rest of the afternoon brings and make some adjustments tonight that will hopefully produce some better results tomorrow...*sigh*

Generally speaking, I love roller coasters.  However, I detest beyond measure the BG roller coasters Bean has to deal with.

I know I shouldn't, but I still see those obnoxious numbers and feel like I should have done more, done better, done SOMETHING that would be successful and help her feel her best.  Alas, not so much.
There's only do what we can and what we think will do the trick and wait and see.  And that, my friends, sucks massively, hugely big time!

Monday, January 13, 2014

Shawty Stays Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo

yes, I totally made myself giggle when I thought up the title and now I can't get the song out of my head!!!

Bean has been having some odd lows lately.

I mentioned them on FB, and received some great advice from those who know (aka, anyone else living the crazy D life!).

Here's the issue...that magical juicy juice apple juice box seems to have lost it's powers.  Used to be we could count on that cute little green rectangle to boost Bean a good 60-80 points in less than 15 minutes with no rebound issues.  Now? Not so much.

She's had at least three lows in the past week or so that just haven't responded to 15g of carbs of juice.  Then, haven't responded to either another juice, an applesauce, or other random beverage the school happened to have (I think it was a V8something-or-nother).  But, after 45 minutes, she shoot sky high and we have the toughest time getting her back down.

It's not only frustrating, but a tad (OK, more than a tad) disconcerting because one never wants to see a similarly low number after having 15g of 'fast acting sugar'.

So, dinner tonight just happened.  Bean started at 68.  Usually a number we'd throw an apple juice at, but she was about to eat, so I didn't.  I also had her go ahead and bolus, knowing it would reverse correct (give her less insulin because her BG was low), and that it would be a good 15 minutes before it would kick in.
She scarffed her lasagna, bread, and milk in about 10 minutes and was ready for ice cream (which I forgot she had asked for, so it wasn't included in the carb count).  I had her test, and she was at 65.  Bring on the ice cream!  Another ten minutes pass and she was at 90...headed up, but slowly.  Thirty minutes later and she's at 197.  Wilma shows double arrow I bolused for the ice cream carbs.


Hoping for a nice leveling out soon and no delayed pasta issues...usually not a problem, but I'm sure now that I've said that.....

...and, no, she doesn't own any boots with the fur....fleece, yes; fur, no! ;)

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Looking For Less

It's that time of year again.

The time when we take stock of things and set goals and hope against all odds that this will be the year those goals are met and not left by the wayside yet again.

This year, I'm looking for less.

Less in the obvious areas like my weight, among other numbers the blood work at the end of December revealed.

Less in Bean's BGs that have been all over the place due to random colds, growth spurts, and just general growing that warrants increased insulin amounts that just kinda sneak up on you.  Which also leads to less in her A1c that I soooo don't even want to know what it is and am totally happy to wait for a few more months to find out!

Less in the out-of-control I sometimes feel because life is just too damned busy and things that need to be on the top of the priority list fall to the bottom.

But at the same time, I'm looking for more.

More connections with friends that truly matter and make my life more complete.

More time with my family that is quality driven and not just quantity driven.

More making myself matter and realizing that I need to take care of myself, too.

More connections with the DOC and diabetes in general, because I know that my lack of connection is part of the issue with Bean's numbers.

Here's to 2014!!