55, 48, 35. These numbers mean nothing really until you see them on the One Touch after testing because you feel a little off. Not low, just a little off. Or maybe you don't even feel off, you're just testing because you're about to eat lunch. These are the moments (like this one!) you start shoveling Skittles down your throat because the second you see that low is when you start to feel it. And it feels like s%$t!! (It's not easy to type when you're low, by the way.)

Happens on the other side of the spectrum for me, too. Sure there are times when cotton mouth, fatigue and a hideous headache clue me in to a ridiculous high, but there are just as many times when I feel perfectly fine and I find that I'm well over 200 or 300.

Not long ago, I was aggressively pushing my insurance company to approve a CGMS. I have known for some time that I have hypo unawareness and knew that a CGMS would really help me. My pump rep knew it, too, and really went to bat for me. He tried almost everything to get the system approved for me.

But when denial after denial came, I decided to give up. I justified part of my reluctance to continue fighting for it because of my wacky eating schedule, which often interfered with the calibration part of the CGMS. I didn't like having to be in somewhat of a plateau state at least twice a day to make sure I was getting accurate numbers from the CGMS.
I thought I would miss it, but I didn't. Lately, though, I've been thinking more and more about pursuing the technology again. Days like yesterday, when Aunt Flo decided to show up after having run my numbers incredibly high last week, gave me a horrible fasting and then dipped me down below 60 before lunch. This is not fun, friends.

Perhaps I'm just reacting to another nasty low; acting out, so to speak. And I'm not looking forward to the fight that I'm sure will ensue between me and my insurance company. But what

a good tool to have in my supply case. At this moment, I feel like it's worth fighting for.