Olivia has a tendency to run high after exercise. I don't know why, I just know that she does. What we usually do is have her eat something light an hour before practice and bolus her a little more than usual for the carbs eaten - usually 30% more. It seems to work, although like many things with this stupid disease, what works one day might not work the next.
Last night, Olivia got home from soccer practice and said she'd taken out her site because it was hurting her when she ran. I told her that was fine, but that she should take a shower and we'd put in a new one when she was done. This was around 7:15.
Olivia takes marathon showers. They're easily 25 minutes long some days. It's a good thing we have a tankless hot water system. Last night, she was in the shower for quite a while. She got out and went into her room. She didn't come out again for a while, so around 8:30, I went in and asked if she'd changed her site. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Did you change your site?
O (in full snot-nose mode): No (big sigh) Not yet.
Me: Well, what are you waiting for? Your pump has been off for 3-1/2 hours?!"
O: I'm doing my homework!
Me: Well, stop doing your homework and lets do a site. And while you're at it, check your blood sugar. You're a little cranky (said in a measured tone).
O: (big sigh) Jesus, mum. Fine! I'll check.
I load up the Silserter while she checks her blood sugar.
Me: What are you?
O: 484
Me: OK, well, let's get this site in so you can bolus that down.
Silence as I do a new site on her back.
O: I don't feel good.
Me: I bet you don't. How about a glass of water? And maybe lie down for a while.
O: Yeah, I think I will.
She drinks the water I bring her and gets into bed. She looks lousy and I'm sure, feels terrible. I bring her a bowl, just in case she gets sick, and a wet washcloth. She puts on her Hannah freakin' Montana CD. I turn out the light and shut her door (so I don't have to hear the Hannah freakin' Montana CD).
An hour later, I go in her room to test her, to see if she's coming down. She's 500. WTF, man??! I get out a syringe and draw up 4 units and inject her and I bring her more water.
Another hour later and she's only down to 464. I bolus her again, wondering why this is taking so long to come down.
Yet another hour has gone by. She's still 464. I angrily grab her pump (by this time, she's sound asleep) and the whole thing comes off. Well, dayum. That's why she won't come down. At some point, her pump came unhooked. Fanfreakingtastic.
I hooked her back up and bolused the 9 units it wanted. The next time I checked (after the Red Sox beat the Rockies - yay!!), she was starting to come down and was at 285. Still high, still needed another small bolus, but better. This morning, at 6 a.m., she was 146.
She wound up staying home today because she had a stomach ache. I'm sure a lot of it was left over from that long high. Boy, I hate nights like that one. They're no fun for anyone. They're especially lousy for Olivia, though.
Thank goodness soccer season ends on Sunday.
