Note to self: Never say never, and never brush aside any tool that might possibly be able to help you smooth your wild glucose excursion rides.
Not long ago, I declared my happiness being untethered from my CGM. But as of about two weeks ago, I am wearing my continuous glucose monitor again. If you read my last post, you know what that means: I consider it my go-to solution when things are not going well. Yeah, so guess what? The holidays kicked my b(g)hind. Like everyone else in the country, I ate more, more carbs, and more irregularly than usual. I’d hoped a renewed devotion to workouts would calm my BG seas, but that didn’t happen. After a run of nearly four days straight over 200 mg/dL, I practically ran screaming to my Dexcom [disclosure].
So here I am hooked up again. Somehow the insertions seemed easier this time around. And oddly, wearing it hasn’t bothered me so much — although probably at the expense of using it to its fullest advantage.
That is, I stopped stressing about going “out of range” so often when I’m at home. I keep the Receiver in my purse, and somehow my purse is often downstairs when I’m upstairs, and vice-versa. Whatever, right? (oy)
In order to avoid the urge to chuck the thing out the window when it keeps beeping us awake at night, I’ve instigated the “one strike rule”: if it beeps unnecessarily just once overnight, I stuff it in my underwear drawer where we can’t hear it till morning. OK, so it spends a lot of nights in the Walk-In closet. This is a shame, I know, because I really want the data to understand what’s happening overnight. I’m pretty much always low in the mornings, sometimes very early, but I’m hesitant to change my early-morning basals because for such a long time in the past, I was too high at waketime. And heck, I’ve always woken up early feeling extremely hungry, even long before I had the diabetes.
Another wonky thing is that the CoPilot software on my computer has decided it doesn’t like my OmniPod anymore: for some reason, I can’t upload my data, even after re-downloading the software. I know I should call Customer Support and spend lots of time on the phone getting this figured out, but I haven’t squeezed that into my schedule yet. It’s down on the list after keeping this blog going, caring for three children, and making time for exercise (not necessarily in that order).
When I look at my OmniPod averages today, I cringe: 60-day average – 151. Min reading: 35, Max reading: 442 (wtf? That was after a pod malfunctioned and I ate without knowing it.)
I am hoping the Dexcom can help me out of this funk, all the while knowing that tossing it in a drawer overnight makes me a Bad User. Noncompliant Patient. Stupid Diabetic. Aaack!
One more true confession before I wrap up this sad-sack post: Now that I started wearing the Dexcom again, I find that like Kerri, I can’t seem to kick the habit of taking that little egg-shaped Reciever everywhere, even when the sensor has pooped out and it isn’t doing its thing. I guess subconsciously, I’m hoping just the sight of the CGM will remind me to test more and carb-count better and overall be a better PWD. Stupid diabetic tricks we play on ourselves…?