7:10 a.m. – wake up to DexCom vibrating and realize I’ve been under the “low threshold” from 2 a.m. – 7 a.m. My low is set at 80 and I was dancing around in the 60s this whole time. God only knows how many times the DexCom vibrated during that 5 hour period.
7:16 a.m. – test, I’m 67, but feel much lower. Take a half unit less insulin than I normally would for an English muffin (6.5 units). Eat said English muffin.
8:04 a.m. – get out of shower and DexCom is freaking out and saying “high” and “rising”. Test and I’m only 175 – don’t take any additional insulin.
8:41 a.m. – at my desk at work and now DexCom is saying I’m nearing 300. WTF. I test and am 237. Take 1.5 units of insulin and curse English muffin. Curse that I can eat the same exact thing 10 days in a row and have 10 different results.
Additional 8 a.m. curses –
Today is my work’s employee appreciation breakfast and there isn’t anything on the table that I can eat.
VP has made yet another baked good to share with staff that I will not eat.
11:09 a.m. – Now DexCom is saying I’m falling. I test and I’m 111 and decide to eat 1 glucose tab. 1 glucose tab equals 4 carbs.
12:30 p.m. – I feel really low, but meter says I’m only 110. Decide I’m probably not actually low, but body is reacting to the roller coaster it’s been on since 2 a.m.
12:50 p.m. – took 7.5 units of Humalog, heated up chicken wild rice soup, ate soup
1:05 p.m. – now I feel nauseous and keep checking my DexCom to see if I’m going to start crashing. DexCom says 136. Fingers crossed.
Meanwhile, co-workers (including Type 2 co-worker) go about their day eating bagels, muffins and cakes. Sad that co-workers don't understand the differences between T1D and T2D nor do I want to take the time to try and educate them. Don't have that type of relationship with co-workers. Tomorrow will be a better day. Meanwhile, day dream about an employee appreciation day for diabetics.