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When I was on shots in the good ole days, wow I sound old, I use to get bruises.  Not all the time though.  I would go months without any and then all of sudden I would look down and see this massive purple bruise the size of a half dollar on my stomach.  It was not pretty.  Then for some reason my body would go into overdrive and think, “Hey, it must be time to make Jillian look like a domestic abuse victim!” because every shot after that for the next few days would leave a mark.  I would have 10 freakishly large purple and green bruises covering my stomach and legs.  It looked like I was beaten by an onslaught of baseballs.

The reason I bring this up is that I’ve had to go back to shots for a few weeks and the bruises have returned.  Not nearly as severe as years past but it’s been a long time since I’ve had multiple purple patches on my stomach.  Sure an infusion site has hit a gusher here and there but I could probably count on one hand how many times it has actually left a bruise over the past 8 years of pumping.

I’ve always wondered what makes me bruise like that.  A tiny needle hitting a capillary, sure, that happens.  But for three shots in a row to do that?  Seems like pretty high odds to me.

I’d share a picture of my stomach but let’s be honest; no one needs to see that.  And as much as I love seeing bruises and scars, not everyone feels the same way as I do.

(And if you don’t want to leave any bruises do what Bing Crosby suggests here on Family Guy.)

A False Positive

And no, I’m not talking about being pregnant.

Usually when I wake up in the morning and have to pee (like really have to go) it’s an indicator that I’m high.  Lately though, I’ve been getting a false positive.  I use the restroom and take a guess at where I’m at.  I’m thinking…maybe 237.  I test and I’m at 103.  Wait, what?  Did I drink a gallon of water the night before and not remember?  Where is this “urge” coming from? Sorry if this is more than you wanted to know but I’m sure we’ve all been there.  Happy Friday!

An Educated Guess

For the past week or two I’ve been waking up around 3am SUPER high.  Above 250, sometimes reaching the 300’s.  In my book, that’s a nightmare.  I wake up to a blaring Dexcom and a full bladder.  Sorry if that’s tmi, but we all know what I’m talking about.  The first couple of nights I chalked it up to something I ate that had a long lasting effect on my sugars.  A piece of cake, dinner was unusually unhealthy.  Then I thought maybe I’m stressing out and tossing and turning while I sleep.  Bad dreams?  Finally I adjusted my basal rate.  I amped it up half a unit and would wake up low so after a few nights of trial and error I finally figured my new rate.  Nothing better than guessing and hoping for perfection.

Then two days ago I swapped out my Omnipod for my Animas.  (That’s another story)  Woke up last night at 2am around 320, then at 3am at 190, then at 4am at 250, then at 6am at 170.  Test, bolus, repeat (about four times). Finally I wake up this morning at 70.

A Sugary Nightmare
A Sugary Nightmare/Last night’s numbers

WTF… Then I remembered when I switched pumps I had forgotten to change  my basal rate.  Son of a…  So tonight I try again to conquer the random “why am I going high in the middle of the night after years of it being steady” blood sugars.

Wish me luck!

Diabetes Hack… Kind Of?

After years of wearing a pump I realized a great way to avoid messy tubing from sticking out of my pocket or below my shirt.  Let’s say my infusion set is attached to me somewhere on my right side… clip the pump to my left pocket, stretching the tubing across my belly thus reducing the amount of excess tubing left to snag on doorknobs and arm chairs.  Brilliant!  Why haven’t I thought of this before?  I don’t know how well it would work on longer tubing (I get the shortest one out there… 24”?) But right now it is working like a charm.   (Sidenote: I still have to tuck part of the tubing into my pants because I am not two feet wide thank goodness.  But it still is working out great)

And I’m taking a few days off from the blog as I’m headed up to Breckenridge tonight for a bachelorette/bridal shower weekend.   I know a lot of diabetics have a difficult time with maintaining their sugars while drinking.  I have been VERY fortunate that after a night of drinking, I usually wake up with a blood sugar around 120.  I don’t know how I do it but I’m hoping for another drinking with diabetes win!  (knock on wood)  Wish me bolus luck!

What’s Your Most Important Number?

I know that every time you test your blood sugar the number that comes out is valuable information.  But for me, for some reason I feel like my morning blood sugar is the most important.  Maybe because I don’t know what my sugars have been doing for 8 hours and when I rock a 120, I know I’ve been in my target range for a good chunk of time.  Granted, I didn’t really do anything to make it drop or spike but…nonetheless it feels good.  (And no I’m not perfect because clearly you were all thinking that, I know.  There are definitely nights where I go low or Dexcom wails at me that I’m climbing into the 300’s for some unknown reason. #diabeticmystery)

And don’t get me wrong.  I LOVE the feeling when I nail a bolus for an unexpected snack or a carb heavy meal or I exercise and drop my basal rate just the right amount.  They are all small victories and I mentally high five myself (sometimes I physically slap my hands over my head too).   But that morning blood sugar win gets me going on the right foot and sometimes sets the pace for the day.  Until I have coffee.  Then all bets are off.