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Three days, or until the insulin is all used up - that is how long an
OmniPod is to be worn for. Before
pumping, I was unsure if the scheduled three day replacement interval was going to be a nuisance. I even pondered the idea of trying to sneak in an extra day on the pods- so long as there was enough insulin stowed away in them. Well, that notion, along with a little of my patience, consistently scurries away when I near the end of a pod cycle, and the three day itch sets in.
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Late Friday night, The Mr. came to bed and snuggled up close to me.
"You scared me this afternoon," he said quietly into my ear.
I had been asleep for some time, but his footsteps woke me. Or perhaps I was sleeping lightly.
"I know," I said. "I was scared, too."
We shared one of those moments Friday afternoon that makes you see so many things in a different way, makes you appreciate even more the people who are there for you.
That morning, I had been feeling a little down about some things. After dropping off No. 2 at the sitter after preschool, I called The Mr. just to chat, but he could hear it in my voice and asked me to come by his office.
"You seem really down," he said hugging me.
"I am," I said.
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Olivia and I trekked in to Boston today, to visit her endo at Joslin. How I loathe that drive. It's two hours and the last 20 miles take at least 45 minutes. Today it took an hour. Holy god, the potholes on Route 9 could swallow a Mack truck.
Anyway. We navigated the Parking Garage Of Doom (otherwise known as Pilgrim St.) and were only (only!) 25 minutes late. I hate being late. It makes me itch.
The endo saw us right away - and Kerri, I told her you said hello. She was very happy to hear how well you're doing. The visit went well, although her A1C went from a 7.7% to an 8.1%. I hate that number. I know it's not supposed to, but it always feels like a failing grade when it gets high like that. Her doctor said it was fine, to be expected in a hormonal (and how!) teenager, but still. I don't like it. It makes my brain go down paths I'd rather they not travel, y'know?
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I should have known that there would be frustration. I guess I thought that since I wasn't new to basal/bolus therapy that my transition from MDI to the pump would be smooth. And it mostly has, but the last two days I have been running higher than usual with no explanation. Enter frustration.
So when Mom called last night to see how Toohey and I were getting along, I was telling her about all the things that could be making me high:
*basal rate set too low
*active insulin time set too long
*were my jeans too tight today?
*I think I'm ovulating
*or maybe my period is going to start soon
*does my infusion set need to be changed?
*when I was on Lantus, I took it at night; do I need a higher overnight basal rate?
*is all this stress about my high numbers making things worse?
I think I exhausted her with all these possibilities! I took it all in stride yesterday, but today--not so much.
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