I’m having one of those days. Woke up with a blood sugar of 325. Proceeded to give a correction bolus on my pump to move it down. I look in the mirror and want the tag number of the truck that ran me over. I skip breakfast due to the high number, get ready for work and trudge my way there.
Even though I feel like crap, I make my best effort at putting on a professional and happy face at work. It’s a lot of work and I suck at it. My eyes are dry and bloodshot. People ask if something is wrong. I check my blood sugar and it still hasn’t budged. Heavy exhale. I’m losing patience and give a correction bolus via syringe to move it down.
Two hours later. Too much insulin in that last bolus correction. Now I’m low and ravenous. It’s time for lunch and I proceed to eat everything in sight. Know that I’m gonna pay for it, but my brain keeps saying EAT!!! Two hours later I’m back flying above 300. And I am thinking….
Screw you diabetes – and the horse you road in on!
Although you’re getting the best of me now, I vow that:
YOU WILL NOT WIN.
YOU WILL NOT CONTROL ME.
I WILL BEAT YOU & PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE.
Feeling good about my PMV (Personal Mental Vent) and commitment to winning the back half of this day, I take action. Give another correction bolus on my pump and add a temp basal to get my blood sugar back in range. Slower and more patient this time.
It’s now 4 pm and it’s working. Blood sugar is 180 and trending into range. I am exhausted and ready to get off this rollercoaster.
Here’s to a good night’s sleep and waking up in range. After all, tomorrow is a new day. The sun will come up. And I will win.