I was cruising right along around 120 all night long. Perfect for an overnight. Then I get to work and test my blood sugar before I have coffee and what do I see? 306! So I test again on a different finger… 303. And then I do it again because this is tomfoolery…313. Alright then, I guess something is wrong. I correct with my pump but then think twice of it. After it delivered 3 units or so I pulled the site and blood eeks out. Seriously? I don’t get why all of a sudden it does that after wearing the site for two days. So I take a shot out of my backup pen and then put in a new site. (Thankfully I keep a diabetic stockpile in my desk just in case of events like this.) But I was so proud of myself for not bumping through the night and then that happens. Blerg.
So last night was a bit of a shi…sugar show. I fell asleep on the couch before heading to bed and awoke to a beeping Dexcom saying I was at 237. Tested in at 192. Corrected. No biggie.
Went to bed only to wake up this morning with fuzzy caps on my teeth, aching muscles, a headache that I usually keep in store for a hangover and a bladder dying to be relieved. I look at Roxy and I’m in the 300’s.
(picture was taken an hour or so after waking up)
I take out my pump only to find this!
Come on! Tubing literally pulled out of the cap while I was sleeping. And if it had a great ending to it like While You Were Sleeping, I would have been perfectly happy. But I’m not.
So my Halloween costume, at least this morning was a Sugary Slug.