5:30 a.m.: 94 mg/dL. Finally, a decent fasting. (And then there was about 10 jelly beans so I could go for my walk, a quick 1 unit bolus in the middle of my walk to counteract the jelly beans, and then another quick 1 unit bolus before I disconnected to get in the shower. And two hours later I was 108 mg/dL. Ah, how I love a good site.)

So, I’ve been giving my lower abdomen a break for the last several weeks. I know that’s where I get the best absorption, so that’s what I stick with. Makes sense, right? Until you get wild, wacky, wicked high and low spikes that nearly make you pass out. Then you know it’s time to do a little more rotating. You know, when you’ve worn out the good sites. (And then I think: How the hell am I going to keep this up for the rest of my life? There’s only so much of the good sites to go around. And, holy crap how bad is my A1C going to be next month?)

Now that I’m using my middle abdomen I have two obstacles: my waistband and stretch marks. Yes, after three kids and nearly a lifetime of being overweight I wear that distinct badge of honor. I can strategically place the infusion set needle around the stretch marks, but it doesn’t always work. See also: the last four days worth of being nearly always over 200 no matter what I do/eat/say/plead/whatever.

I usually change my site on Monday and Thursday mornings because that’s what works for me. But last night before bed I had just enough insulin to get me until about 4 a.m. Even though I know there’s some “hidden” insulin even when the reservoir says it’s empty, I didn’t want to be woken up to alarms any earlier than needed.

So at 10:30 p.m. – and even though I’m really cautious about changing my sites right before I go to bed in case there’s a kink and I won’t know about it for 8 hours – I trudged down to the kitchen to change my site. Decided I’d had enough of the highs of the last couple weeks and figured my sweet sites had been given enough of a rest. Checked my sugar, bolused for a slight high and went to bed.

And then there was that 5:30 a.m. fasting when I realized how badly I had missed the good sites. The ones that make me sing from good numbers. The ones that make me low from their goodness. The ones that allow me to almost overtreat a low and not make me go crazy high.

There’s nothing like a good site. That is all.