Pump Update. Days 14 & 15.

3 days down and diabetes researchers only know how many more to go. So I left you off at the party, which went surprisingly well. Although the pizza sent me way up, because I experimented with a combination bolus and didn’t get it right. But the 265 I hit after the pizza is the highest I have been, so I won’t complain. Saturday and Sunday I woke up to numbers under 150 for the first time since ever. Today I was 203 at breakfast, but I think that is because I have a sore throat. I have definitely learned that when it comes to sites, “when in doubt rip it out!” The Friday to Sunday evening site hurt a bit every once in awhile, but I decided to keep it in. Not a good choice, it is now a little raised, but I am putting antibiotic ointment and band aids on it. If it persists I guess that will be a trip to the doctor, I hate doctors (but that is a post for another time). I had to take the extra insulin pen out of my kit, because I almost did a correction with it out of habit. Not taking shots is definitely the biggest adjustment, not that I miss them. For me it is so automatic to check my blood sugar, do the math quickly in my head, and dial up the pen. No longer am I a human calculator, I am now a professional button presser. I thought it would be hard to trust the pump with the math, but I have actually stopped doing the count in my head already. I cannot wait to see what my HbA1c is at the one month check up. Oh I forgot to mention, tomorrow I get to go to a Stevie Wonder concert. At the time the tickets were purchased we all (parental units and I) thought that it would be better not to leave me alone. Since I would only be on the pump for 5 days. Little did we know the transition would be relatively uneventful. You see my mom really, really loves Stevie and I didn’t want to be the reason why she didn’t get to see him live in concert. So tomorrow I will be rockin’ out to the Motown sound…

Picture time:

Day 14

As I was watching TV Sunday morning, a sad melody started to play from the speakers. Then a little boy said, "My mom pricked my finger". A little girl then said, "And it really really hurt". The scene changed and a little boy said, "I am 11 years old, and my mom says I have had over 11,000 shots." I heard these words and realized that I am one of these kids. That those words could easily come from my mouth too. No child should have to say those words or think about things like that.

There is no cure for Type 1 or Type 2 Diabetes.

Yet.

Day 15

This is our huge bowl of Halloween candy. It has been sitting on our dining room table for a week. As a diabetic, it is not that I can not have candy. I believe you can have anything in moderation. But that is where the problem comes, it is so tempting. I haven't had too much, but I can't wait for the kids to show up and take it away. For me it really is a trick or treat. Trick myself into not wanting it or treat myself with only a piece or two.

There is no cure for Type 1 or Type 2 Diabetes.

Yet.