Showing posts with label shots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shots. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

"I just want you to know I'm always here." - Diabetes

During the every day mundane tasks, diabetes is still there.  I found that out today the hard way.  I have been on a roller coaster for the past few days, so the times I've been testing throughout the day has also been on a rise.  Today I started kinda high, almost low, then bounced back up, and kept going.  As I bolused on the way back from getting Girl Genius, I got the "oh so fun" No Delivery alarm.  I was on the rise and definitely needed my bolus.  I grabbed my pen, attached the needle and primed it.  As I pulled up to a red light, I yanked up my sweatpants and got my pen all set up.  This light is notoriously long, so I wasn't worried, I put the needle in, and the light turns green.  I plunge the pen faster than I ever have before, all while taking my foot off the brake and trying to step on the gas, and steer.  I get around the corner, and I take the pen out, shake my pant leg back down and continue on my way.  By the time I get back to the Genius household, my BG is coming down.  It may not have been the smartest or safest way to get what I needed.  But it worked, and I got the outcome I wanted.  After picking up Boy Genius from school, I changed my site and the rest of the day has been "fine."


By "fine," I mean that I found out that Diabetes Awareness Month actually means: Have fun on this roller coaster ride!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Time flies when...

On Monday night I had a sweet spike before going to bed (no pun intended), 344.  I took a shot and went to sleep.  When my alarm went off yesterday morning, it felt as though no time had passed.  And even though I haven't woken up low recently, I knew right away that I was.  I couldn't even find my phone to turn off my alarm.  I knocked over all my books trying to turn on my light.  I hit my water bottle and almost let it crash right onto my pillow. I fumbled with my meter case, dropped the bottle of test strips, and finally tested.  It felt like 5 minutes had passed.  And then I turned off my alarm.  I was 54 so I knocked more things over trying to get my juice box, then stood up to turn on my light.  As I fumbled back to bed I knew there was no way that getting in the shower was a safe decision.  I went back into my bed, turned on the news and sat there for a moment.  I thought I didn't take anything, so I uncovered my lap and went to the refrigerator to get more juice.  I emptied the entire top shelf to get my juice (which was frozen), so I grabbed some of my roommates and gulped it down.  As I turned back towards the fridge from the sink, I couldn't figure out why all the beverages were on the counter, and then I realized that my juice had been frozen.  I started to put it all back together, and headed back to my room.  As I was walking in, my second alarm was going off.  Somehow, 25 minutes passed.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

"You only have type 2!"

From September 20, 2010

I'm not sure at what point it came, but there were times when I became frustrated about having diabetes.  I think we've all been there, but I don't remember it when I was first diagnosed.  I remember when I was in elementary school getting upset that mom or dad wouldn't test too.  I specifically remember throwing my meter across the room.  This was not a cute little meter like I currently use, but had test strips this size:
If the test strips are this size, you can imagine how big the meter actually was.  Back to being frustrated...I was talking with my mother and my aunt this weekend.  My aunt's mother was diagnosed with type 2 after I was diagnosed with type 1.  This woman was complaining to my aunt about all the work it took, and paying attention to what was going on in her life.  My mom remembers this story because these are the stories that carry you through the difficult times.  My aunt told her mother that because I had type 1, I have to be much more meticulous, do much more in regards to shots and eating, and I never complained.  (I am sure that isn't true, but I only complained to the endocrinologist and my parents.)  When my aunt would bring my cousins to the doctor and they didn't want to get a shot, she would tell them to suck it up because "look at how many shots Briley has to take!"  This really cracks me up.  Yes, I took a lot of shots.  In the first year alone, I tested my blood sugar at least 1,460 times and took shots at least 1,095 times.  But when I went to the doctor, I WAS that screaming child.  My mother always told me not  to worry because I have to take enough shots so getting shots and blood taken was something I was allowed to get upset about.  This wasn't part of my every day, this was more.  It might not be fair, it might not have been the best thing to say since I still couldn't get a shot by myself when I was 18 (now that I'm 25 I can handle it, but I still have to be reminded to breathe).