Thursday, January 30, 2014

Sweet water

We've all had those moments of blood sugar highs that are completely unexplainable.  We do everything we know we should.  We actually count the carbs in the meal instead of just SWAGing them.  Yet, we still run high.

This has been happening to me at night.  Admittedly, there have been a few nights where it was totally explainable.  Fresh baked soft molasses cookies (Grandma's recipe) sitting on the counter have a way of breaking down my will power to say 'no'.  However, normally I behave myself.

Let's take last night for example.  I had been cruising between 98-135 for three hours after dinner.  THREE HOURS!! We had even had tacos, which can be tricky sometimes.  I was just gathering everything up to head for a shower when I saw the cookies on the counter.  I checked O.D. (my CGM) and was 102 with a straight sideways arrow.  Who could ask for better?  I stayed strong and walked away from the cookies.  I wanted a night of uninterrupted sleep.  No high beeps thank-you-very-much.

I disconnected Freeda (my pump) for my shower and scrubbed the day away.  It was MAYBE 10-15 minutes.  I don't usually do really long showers.  Living in the desert my whole life and always watching my water usage has done that.  I even put my ice cubes from my drinks in my plants.  It's the little things after all.

Anyways.  When I reconnected Freeda and looked at O.D. I became convinced that someone has added sugar to my water supply and that I absorb it in the shower.

I was rather pleased with my 12 hour no hitter.
I corrected and went to sleep.  I woke up at 2am to beeps, I tested and corrected, and went to sleep.  My alarm went off at 5:45 so I tested and was content with the reading but frustrated with the whole night.  Not only did my shower seem to sweeten me up, but my bolus insulin seems to be water overnight.  My basals do a decent job of keeping me steady, but no matter how I correct, even over-riding how much my pump says I should correct with, my level's don't budge.

Frustration is an understatement.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Scuffed Fingertips

The other day I was sitting in a spot that allowed me to see the shoes of the person next to me.  I mean really see the shoes.  No, I wasn't sitting on the floor, but I could have.  The floor is comfortable and I haven't yet fallen off of it.  I digress.

I was looking at my friend's shoes and I noticed the toes were scuffed and it made me smile.  Not because it lessened the value of the shoe.. personally I don't think it did.. but because it increased the value of the man.

It showed me that he wasn't afraid to work hard.  He wasn't ashamed of the evidence of his work or the fact that it left scars.  He wasn't perfect and he was OK with it.

It's like my fingertips.  They aren't scuffed by definition, but they are no longer in the same condition they were when I first got them.  They have evidence of work and wear.  They are scarred.  They are valuable.

With a scuffed pair of shoes you can polish and buff them and make them shine again, but there will always be evidence of wear.  I can do the same with my fingertips.  I can soak them and buff them and lessen the calluses, but there will always be evidence of wear.

And I am OK with that.

Monday, January 13, 2014

It is all put away... well, the decorations at least.

It is that bittersweet time of year where all my Christmas decorations have been put away and my house looks a little less cluttered.  I love the echoy sound my entry way makes after getting the tree out and the sap scrubbed off the floor.  I love being able to see my mantel and the items I keep there year round.  I love the clean normalcy of it all.  I am still burning the Christmas scented candles, but pine trees are a winter smell not just Christmas.

Oh how I wish physical things could be put away like Christmas decorations.  Who wouldn't want to put away diabetes and only pull it one sometimes?  Then again.. who would ever pull it out?  Or back pain.  That's my most current issue, and one that I'm sure I will be told I should have taken care of earlier.

Off and on for the last year little while my lower back on my right side has felt like it needed a one on one with a chiropractor.  I have done the simple stretches, which although they look funny actually feel quite good.  I have laid over my exercise ball on my stomach and stretched.  Like I said, it looks funny.  I have rested it.  I have heating padded it.  I have ice packed it.  I have done both.  I have even gone to the chiropractor.  He couldn't get it to feel better either.  Lately, the painful feeling has been daily.  I have noticed certain things around my house that I would love to change.  The height of my counters are the biggest.  If only my kitchen counter were 2 inches higher.  That will be changed if/when I get new cabinetry.

I don't know why I haven't made an appointment with the orthopedic before today, but I haven't.  Contrary to all the doctors I see on a regular basis I don't like going when it's something I think I should be able to fix myself.  I did make the appointment this morning though.  So come February 4th I will be doing what I should have done since LAST February 4th and have it looked at by someone more knowledgeable than me.  I'm hoping it is something simple, and that I've just not been doing the right exercises or stretches. 

Stay tuned.