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I did an
insulin pump infusion set site change this morning, by the ubiquitous lamp light on the dresser. My fiance (seven weeks until the wedding!) and I were talking about thresholds for pain and how I don't have much tolerance for emotional pain but my threshold for physical pain is high.
"I know. You can stick yourself with needles all day long but you freak out if you see a spider." He grinned at me.
"I know that needles aren't going to try and crawl on my head at night, that's for sure."
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My brand spanking new racquet was in hand. Croakies around my head holding my glasses in place. And with a racquetball glove on my right hand, I was ready to play.
Last night was racquetball night with my buddies. We
usually go on Thursdays for a little exercise and fun. The last time we played I broke my racquet trying to hit a ball that was a little too close to the wall. Bummer, I really liked that racquet. My new graphite racquet seemed pretty sweet so I was ready to break it in and break a sweat.
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Olivia had a pretty decent low on Friday. She was 95 on initial check and dropped to 60 five minutes later. She informed her teacher and immediately asked to go to the nurses office (which is our protocol).
When she relayed the incident to me, I asked if anyone had walked down with her. "No," was the answer. I didn't get mad at her, just said that she needed to have someone walk her the next time she was that low. Dropping 35 points in five minutes concerns me and makes me wonder how much lower she's going to go and how fast.
She wound up dropping to 40 in the nurse's office, but came back up easily and returned to class. She missed her social studies exam because of this low, however. In the car on the way home, she told me that her teacher said it would be ok for her to make up the exam.
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Olivia had a pretty decent low on Friday. She was 95 on initial check and dropped to 60 five minutes later. She informed her teacher and immediately asked to go to the nurses office (which is our protocol).
When she relayed the incident to me, I asked if anyone had walked down with her. "No," was the answer. I didn't get mad at her, just said that she needed to have someone walk her the next time she was that low. Dropping 35 points in five minutes concerns me and makes me wonder how much lower she's going to go and how fast.
She wound up dropping to 40 in the nurse's office, but came back up easily and returned to class. She missed her social studies exam because of this low, however. In the car on the way home, she told me that her teacher said it would be ok for her to make up the exam.
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Due to an insurance screw-up, we were only able to get 200 test strips last month and Olivia blew thru them in about 2 weeks. She'd had a good 10 days of rollercoaster blood sugars and was testing sometimes 15 - 20 times a day. She also has a tendency to re-check her blood sugar within 2 or 3 minutes after coming up low. Besides being unproductive, it uses up test strips at a furious rate.
A while back, someone was generous enough to send us a Precision Extra meter and 200 test strips. It was an incredible gesture of generosity and one I am still thankful for today.
During the day, the Precision is fine. It uses a lot more blood than her usual One Touch Ultra Smart, thus earning it the nickname "Vampire," but it works well and, with all those extra test strips, was a godsend when we ran out of One Touch strips.
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Side effects.
It wasn't long after The Mr.
brought home my steroids, muscle relaxers and pain killers that I started feeling really tingly and very, very sleepy. As directed, I took three steroid pills, two muscle relaxers and two pain killers. That was quite possibly the most fun I've ever had while not being able to move.
When I finally came to, my biggest problem (other than not really being able to move without severe pain in my back) was a terrible, terrible thirst. I drained my water bottle over and over, and still wasn't quenched. I had The Mr. bring me a soda every chance I could just so I could attempt to beat the thirst.
The drugs along with my body trying to heal itself were making my sugar go through the roof. Three days after this all started--at dinner time--was the first time since I fell that my blood sugar was in range. I actually went low this morning.
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Went to the elementary school art show last night. Lots of lovely art hanging from the walls, displayed in the cafeteria and in the classrooms. Paper mache dragons. Ceramic tribal masks. Robots made from junk. Seems Charlie's series on oceanic creatures urinating in the wild didn't make the cut. Whatever. I guess the art teacher and I will agree to disagree on what is art. I didn't see one thing getting peed on.
Seeing Charlie interact with his little classmates is a major highlight for me. Especially on a night like this where there's a little red carpet buzz in the air. Kindergarten girls with their tiny voices, saying "hi Charlie," in unison as they pass him in the hallway, absolutely makes my day.
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My job will be ending sometime this summer. Consequently, I am investigating our health insurance options. Since hubby is self-employed, we have always covered the family under my work policy.
Now, I know that "health care in this country is in crisis"! I know this is a huge touchpoint for political candidates. Yes, I know all this intellectually.
Now it's PERSONAL. COBRA, offered by my employer by federal mandate, is more than a house note EVERY month. Private insurance is still pricey - more than what we paid on 2 car notes. And it carries a $2000 deductible per person. Some sloppy math later and it could be $15,000 a year before they pay any expenses for us.
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I was in my truck today picking up some fast food from Mickey D's. I typically don't eat
fast food. Actually, I never do- but today I was in a hurry and I just wanted to get something fast and not have to put to much thought into it. As I was ordering, I realized that with diabetes there is no such thing as just a "quick little meal". Any time I eat something, I have to put some serious thought and effort into it. Everyday, I put serious energy and brain power towards calculating things in my head.
My life revolves around eating and calculating.
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There was the
researching, and the chats with the doc,. There was the mental tug-o-war between my
daily injection comfort zone and my need for more flexibility, and now, like the quickness of a self-inserting cannula, I am pumping insulin by way of the
OmniPod.
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