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By shannon, August 27, 2010 9:18 am

I’m still reeling from yesterday. 

My appointment with Dr. S. started well enough.  Traffic into downtown Baltimore was brutal, but I gave myself plenty of time.  The drive from my office (just on the edge of the city) to the hospital where Dr. S. maintains an office is well, interesting.  It takes me through some of Baltimore’s toughest neighborhoods, which can be a little intimidating. 

Baltimore is a rough city.  Riddled with drugs, crime, corruption, and poverty, the inner city has become something of a battle ground.  Rarely does a day pass when there hasn’t been a murder, nevermind the two or three that seem to be the “norm.”  And it’s getting worse.

As I drove through the streets of Baltimore, at 1pm, I was struck by the number of people just . . . hanging out.  These people were not at work in the middle of the day; they were just sitting on their stoops shooting the breeze.  Doesn’t anyone work?  Seriously, there were hundreds of people just hanging around.  I saw at least two drug deals go down (where are the cops?!?)  Anyway, I am digressing a bit from my original purpose for this post (must focus my short attention span better). 

So, after the enlightening drive in, I arrived 20 minutes early for my appointment.  The first thing that I noticed was the very busy waiting room.  Normally, when I go to Dr. S.’s office, it’s pretty empty.  Yesterday, there were at least six people waiting.  I signed in, paid my co-pay, and took a seat. 

A few minutes later, the medical assistant person (one I’d never seen before) called my name (actually, she called Ms. Burnadette – why is it so difficult to pronounce a name that is so freaking easy?). 

She weighed me (SCARY!!!), took my BP (slightly elevated, but not surprising given the aforementioned drive in), pulse (also slightly elevated), and BG (120 mg/dl).  Then, and this is why I’m still reeling, she began to enter my info into the computer.  At one point, she was clearly frustrated. 

She said, “This is so messed up.  It has two different diagnoses for you.  One is Type 1, and the other is Type 1 Adult Onset.” 

Hoping to help her out, I told her that I am a Type 1 who was diagnosed in my twenties.  She then asked if I take “pills” for my diabetes.  I told her that no, as a Type 1, I need insulin to control my blood sugar. 

She said (and this is where I nearly lost it), “I don’t even know the difference between Type 1 and Type 2!”

WHAT?!? She works in an endocrinologist’s office and she doesn’t know the basics of diabetes!

I calmly attempted to explain the difference, but once she heard “beta cells in the pancreas,” her eyes glazed over and she stopped listening (must find less technical ways of describing diabetes).  I gave up and returned to the waiting area. 

Here’s something I really like about Dr. S.: *he* comes to the waiting room and escorts patients to his office.  Most doctors have their office set up so that you (the patient) are escorted to an exam room by a medical assistant.  Then, you sit in that room until the doctor comes in.  Dr. S. does the talky part of the appointment first, then the exam after that.  It’s really nice.

Here’s the other thing I really like about him: he actually apologizes to patients when he keeps them waiting.  My appointment was at 2:00, but I didn’t see him until 2:40.  Most doctors would just act as though their time is far more valuable than yours. Dr. S. doesn’t do that, and I respect him more for it.

He escorted me back to his office, and we talked about what’s been going on.  Telling him about Lisa was especially hard, but I managed to do it without sobbing, so score one for me!  We also talked about the failed IUIs and other infertility stuff. 

Then, I started babbling about my weight and how unhappy I am.  I told him about my new low-carb resolve (today is day three and I haven’t cheated once!) and asked for his thoughts on Metformin.  His answer surprised me.  He didn’t feel that the potential benefits (Met is weight neutral, meaning that it doesn’t cause weight gain OR weight loss) were worth the potential risks.  When I said that I needed something to help get a handle on my weight, he said that because I’m TTC, I have very limited options.  His exact words were:  “yeah, it sucks.”

I can go back on Symlin during the times when there’s no chance of pregnancy: like now, thank you ovarian cysts, or the time from when I get my period until IUI day.  But it’s not really worth it if I can’t ever adjust to the drug long enough to avoid the horrible nausea.  Besides, I’m not eating enough carbs to take Symlin.

When I left his office, we had made no changes to my treatment plan.  I felt somewhat defeated, but I recognize that there is no magic pill for weight loss.  I’ve got to stick to my new way of eating and get some exercise.  It can work; I just have to stay focused.

So, that’s the (not-so) skinny on my appointment with Dr. S.  I see him again in three months (I can’t believe November is three months away!), and I’m hopeful that I’ll have lost a decent amount of weight by then. 

Or that I’m pregnant – that would rock, too.

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By shannon, August 25, 2010 9:26 am

I like change.  I’m one of those weird people who doesn’t like when things get too stagnant.  Change is good.  Right?

Tomorrow, I see Dr. S.  Yep, it’s time for a visit to the principal’s office.

I have mixed feelings about this.  I am looking forward to and dreading this appointment at the same time.   There will be no lab results; no A1c.  As always, I’ll be weighed (dreaded moment #1), BP checked (this shouldn’t be bad, but who knows?), and BG tested on their dinosaur meter, whose results are ALWAYS vastly different from mine.

We’re going to review my Dexcom reports (dreaded moment #2) and see what, if any, chances need to be made.

We will be making changes.  I have to make some changes.

I know he’s going to ask me about my weight gain (dreaded moment #3).  I have some good reasons for this: my sister’s death, fertility drugs, blah, blah, blah.  They’re all just bullshit excuses.  I’ve gained weight because I’ve been eating like crap and not exercising.  PERIOD.  

But, I feel so deep in this hole that I have no idea how to get out.  I was doing so well on Symlin, but it’s not safe during pregnancy, so I had to stop.  And it pisses me off because so many of the things I’m doing (or not doing) because they’re unsafe for pregnancy are probably for nothing. 

I have a point; I promise.

Starting today and for the foreseeable future, I’m going to be eating only low-carb foods.  No more pasta; no more fries.  I will not eat any of that stuff because it is my own personal kryptonite.  I’m going to stick to protein, fat, and veggies (of the uncooked variety – I loathe cooked vegetables)

I’m also going to ask Dr. S. about Metformin.  This is a big fear because Met is one of the meds I was given during my misdiagnosis fiasco. It did nothing for me except make me sick.  But, I’ve read that the XR version is much easier to tolerate, and at this point, I’m willing to try.  It’s also a pregnancy category B drug, which means that it’s probably safe (nothing is category A).

One of my biggest problems right now is my insulin intake.  I’ve definitely got some resistance happening, and it’s leading to much higher doses of insulin to cover basal and bolus needs, which is leading to more fat storage, which is leading to greater insulin needs, etc. It’s an endless cycle.

There’s got to be an easier way!

I have made no secret of my struggle with diabulimia. And there is this big voice in my head that’s telling me to just stop taking so much insulin.  Just take a small shot here and there to avoid DKA.  My weight would drop so quickly, and I’d feel great.  That’s the thing that makes it so appealing.  When I was restricting insulin, I felt fantastic.  Most of the time, I had no idea how high I really was, but it didn’t matter – I had tons of energy.  Now, I struggle just to get out of bed in the morning.

But, I won’t do it.  I’ve spent the past three years trying to maintain a decent A1c so that I can have a baby.  I’m not going to throw that all away now for a quick fix to my weight issues.  I want to.  But I won’t.

I have a plan, and I’m going to do my best to stick with it:

1. Eat low-carb
2. Take Metformin
3. Exercise

If anyone has any suggestions or words of wisdom, please, please share!

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By shannon, August 11, 2010 12:39 pm

Is it wrong to be excited about something that’s bad for me?  Is it wrong that I’m already calculating the super-huge bolus in my head for what I’m going to order?  Is it wrong that I really don’t care if I spike to 300+ because it will totally be worth it?

After years and years of waiting, wishing, hoping (and being subjected to the craving-inducing commercials), Baltimore is finally getting a Sonic! 

For 30+ years, I was happy to be ignorant of the awesomeness that is Sonic.  It wasn’t until I traveled with Brian to that hot vacation destination of Topeka, KS that I got my first taste.  From that moment on, I was hooked.

On Friday, I will join the masses for the grand opening.  I just might need a cooling fan for my pump.

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By shannon, July 23, 2010 1:58 pm

Yes, I’m late to the party.  But I’m here, right?  That should count for something!

My contribution to the D-Feast is an appetizer that I’ve been making for years.  It is HUGELY popular and contains just three ingredients.  These things are super easy to make, and they never fail to please.

I know how much we all love Bacon (hi George), so here goes:

Ingredients

1 package (pound) bacon (I like Oscar Mayer, but any regular bacon will do – NO reduced fat or turkey bacon allowed).

1 loaf of cheap white bread (must be very fresh and soft).

1 8oz brick of Philadelphia Cream Cheese.

1-2 baking dishes (I use rectangular casserole dishes).

Toothpicks

Instructions

1. Slice the bacon in half lengthwise (I usually do this while it’s still in the package – it’s just easier)
2. Spread a thin, even layer of cream cheese onto a slice of bread.
3. Cut the crusts off (and discard) and slice the bread into three even sections.
4. On a flat surface, place a section of the bread/cream cheese combo face up on top of a half slice of bacon. 
5. Roll and secure with a toothpick.  Place in baking dish.
6. Repeat until you run out of something (I usually double and sometimes triple this recipe).
7. Bake at 350 degrees for 15-20 minutes.  Then, broil for an additional 5 minutes to get the bacon crispy. 

Be warned, these things are like crack.  And at 3 carbs (at most) per rollup, you can enjoy, too!

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By shannon, May 13, 2010 9:00 am

Carbs.  They are the bane of my existence.  I love them, and I hate them.  More importantly, they love my hips and ass and hate my BG.

I’ve written before about my attempts at low-carb eating.  When I’m doing it, after the first few days of suck, I love the way I feel.  My BG control is wonderful, and I’m less hungry and more “even” than when eating a “balanced” diet. 

So, why don’t I stick to a low-carb diet all the time?  Because I have the willpower of a 2-year old.  I LOVE carbs, and I have a hard time resisting them.  Usually, I’ll be chugging along on a low-carb regimen for a month or so when I’m confronted with my own personal kryptonite:  birthday cake.  It’s always someone’s freaking birthday, and I cannot resist birthday cake.  It’s the flame to my moth; the one thing I just can’t resist. 

So, until someone comes up with a no-carb birthday cake that doesn’t taste like complete ass, I’m a carbivor.  Dammit.

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By shannon, May 10, 2010 9:00 am

So, I decided to participate in Karen’s brilliant idea:  The First Annual Diabetes Blog Week .  All week, I’ll be blogging about the different aspects of my life with diabetes.  When I last checked, there were a TON of bloggers who are also participating, so when you’re done here, check them out.

Today’s topic is: A Day in the Life … With Diabetes

12:01am – 5:29am:  Sleep.

5:30am: Alarm.  Ugh.  I want to go back to sleep.  I decide to let Dexcom decide.  If my BG is in range, I’ll get up; if it’s not, I’ll correct and go back to sleep.  Dex shows a nice flat line with a BG of 87 mg/dl.  I decide that the agreement wasn’t in writing and, therefore, is not binding.  I roll over and go back to sleep.

6:08am:  Brian brings me a cup of coffee because he’s the greatest husband ever.  I slowly come to life.  I check my BG and confirm Dex’s assessment with a PDM reading of 92 mg/dl.  Thankful that my nighttime basals are spot on, I check my iPhone for email and Twitter updates.

6:18am:  I finally get up and stumble into the bathroom.  I brush my teeth, shower (thankful that I no longer have to suspend and disconnect a pump to do so), and get ready for work.  I peek at Dex a few times just to confirm that I’m not rising or dropping unexpectedly.

7:10am:  I do a quick finger test to confirm that it’s safe to drive – 102 mg/dl.  I hop (well, not really– it is still morning, after all) into the car and brave the Baltimore traffic.

7:45am: I arrive at work and unload my various d-tools that I’ll use throughout the day:  PDM, Dex, glucose tabs, iPhone, etc.

7:50am – 9:00am: I work. At staying awake.

9:00am: Prepare a bowl of oatmeal.  BG check is 100 mg/dl, so I inject 60mcg of Symlin and eat. 

9:10am: Finished eating, I bolus for the meal.

9:10 – 11:30am: Work.  Meetings.  More work. Bathroom break.

11:35am:  Dex shows that my breakfast bolus didn’t do its job.  I confirm with a finger stick and take 1.5U to correct.

12:30pm:  Lunch time!  Since I keep a mini fridge at work, I often have lunch stuff available.  Today, I decide to make a turkey and cheese sandwich with mustard.  Dex shows the correction dose finally dropping me to normal range. 

12:35pm:  I do a finger stick to check my BG: 112 mg/dl.  I dial up 60mcg of Symlin and eat my sandwich.  When I’m done, I program an extended bolus and get back to work.

1:10pm:  Feeling weird.  I hear Dex’s low alarm and, after a quick peek, I see that I’m dropping.  FAST.  Looks like the Symlin is working faster than the carbs are being absorbed.  SHIT!  I do a finger stick and look with almost disbelief at the 52 mg/dl staring back at me.  I have no idea what to do.  The Symlin will delay any fast acting glucose I take, so I won’t rebound quickly, AND I’ll be high later.  I decide to wait it out.

1:15pm:  WTF is taking so long?  I’m still hovering at 50 mg/dl.

1:20pm:  Sweating now?  Really? 

1:21pm:  Screw it.  I drink some juice and hope that it helps.

1:30pm:  Finally beginning to rise, I feel well enough to get back to work. 

2:38pm:  Dex HIGH alarm.  Son of a …!!!  Sure enough, finger stick shows 185 mg/dl.  Dex has one arrow straight up, so I know it’s not over.  I correct the 185 and continue working.

3:15pm:  Bathroom break.  Wash hands and test BG – 174 mg/dl.  Damnit!  Correct again.

3:45pm:  Pack up, test BG, and drive home.  Correction dose still not working, but I don’t want to rage bolus only to crash later.

4:15pm:  Home.  Aaaaaah.  I change clothes, go to the bathroom, pet animals, and clean up the kitchen.  I don’t even look at Dex because I’m tired and I just don’t care.

5:00pm:  Waiting for Brian to get home, I begin thinking about dinner.  I check Dex to see if carbs are even an option tonight.  Sure enough, I’m dropping again.  At least this time, it’s a gradual drop and not a jumping-off-a-cliff drop.  More like coasting, really. 

5:30pm:  Brian comes home.  We try to come up with a dinner plan.  “What do you want?”  “I don’t know.  What do YOU want?”  “I don’t know.”  This can go on for hours.

6:02pm:  Dex’s low alarm makes the dinner debate more important.  We decide to go out.  I grab a juice box, and we head out to the restaurant.

6:28pm:  We are seated.  The waitress brings bread (bitch!) and our drink order (iced tea, unsweetened).  After a few minutes, our salads arrive.  I test my BG with a finger stick – still too low for Symlin.  I begin eating the salad, which is soooo good.  I LOVE Carrabba’s Caesar salad. 

6:50pm:  Dinner arrives.  I ordered the Salmon with a pasta side, which I calculate to be about 45g carbs (for ½ of the serving).  I program a 30/70 dual-wave bolus for 2 hours – lots of fat in that lemon butter sauce – and dig in.

7:25pm:  Waitress clears plates and offers us dessert (bitch, again!).  We decline, pay the check, and go home.

7:56pm:  Home.  Again.  Aaaaah.  Dex shows two arrows straight up, so I know that the carbs are hitting me faster than I anticipated.  What to do?  If I attempt to head it off, I WILL go low later.  If not, I’m going to be spiking well above 250 mg/dl before it’s over.  I still don’t know what to do in these situations.  I wait.  I feed the cats and watch some TV with Bri.

9:30pm:  Dex has been bitching at me since we got home.  Since my extended bolus only finished a few minutes ago, I decide to wait a little longer.

10:00pm:  Bed time.  I wash my face, brush and Waterpik my teeth, apply zit cream (don’t even get me started on *that*), and put on PJs.  I grab a juice box from the fridge and put it next to the rest of my diabetes arsenal on my nightstand.  I check my BG with a finger stick – 213 mg/dl.  FUCK!  I take a correction bolus, turn off the lights, and go to sleep.

11:37pm:  Dex alarm – falling faster than 3mg/dl per minute.  Well duh!  I drink the juice box and hope that tomorrow is a better day.  But, I accept the knowledge that today was just another typical day in my diabetes life, and tomorrow is probably going to be similar.

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By shannon, March 18, 2010 10:10 am

Last night, I tweeted this photo:

I wrote that I was afraid to say it out loud, but it looks like the Symlin is working.  I can’t remember the last time I went for 24 hours without a single high or low alarm (which are set for 180 and 70, respectively).  I usually spike up to the mid-200s after meals, even when I bolus early.

But, since using Symlin, I’ve managed to avoid those spikes, I’m taking less insulin, and I’ve lost three pounds.  I’m eating less food because it takes very little to fill me up, and what I do eat is better for me.

I know that there is probably a huge psychological element to this – I think I should be full, so I feel full, etc., but I can’t discount the physical stuff, either.  I can’t ignore the nausea that I feel after every meal – believe me, I’ve tried.  And I can’t deny what my eyes are seeing – fewer BG spikes after meals.

I’m up to 60mcg of Symlin before every meal, and my plan is to go all the way to 120mcg.  I even had Dr. S. call in the Rx for the 60/120 pens.  I figure that if I can’t tolerate 120mcg, at least I can still use the 60mcg setting (and get 2x the meds at the same copay).

So, if anyone out there is desperately trying to lower his or her A1c, experiences high BG spikes after meals, is becoming insulin resistant, or just wants to reduce the TDD of insulin, think about giving Symlin a try.  Yes, the side effect sucks.  I hate nausea more than most people, I think, but it’s worth it.

********UPDATE*********

Not long after writing this post, I was cursed with an inexplicable 237 mg/dl.  WTF?

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By shannon, March 11, 2010 11:15 am

As you all know, I decided to try Symlin again.  While its primary purpose is to help reduce those pesky blood sugar spikes I get after meals, the secondary (and perhaps *my* primary) purpose is to help with weight loss.  The unfortunate side effect is nausea. 

Symlin works by replacing the natural Amylin that, in non-Type 1 diabetics, is secreted by the beta cells of the pancreas.  It works by delaying stomach emptying, which helps you digest slower.  It’s also that little voice in your head that tells you when you’re full.  Since I am beta cell challenged, my body doesn’t make Amylin, which is why I often feel hungry even after a satisfying meal (= weight gain).  It’s also why my BG can easily spike to 300+ after I eat, which = more insulin, which = weight gain, which = insulin resistance, which = weight gain, which = well . . . you get the point. 

As it happened, George (a.k.a. Ninjabetic) also decided to start Symlin again.  He and I had very similar beginnings with Symlin, and we were both reluctant to try it again.  So, it’s really nice to be doing this with someone else who knows what it’s like. 

As you know, I started on Tuesday night at just 15mcg (the absolute minimum for a Type 1).  Yesterday morning, I skipped breakfast, so no Symlin.  Truthfully, I was feeling a little nauseated, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the Symlin or just general morning crappiness.  I was super-busy at work, which meant that lunch was upon me pretty quickly.  Knowing that I had a meeting at 1pm, and feeling the desperate need to get a home pregnancy test because my period is still MIA, I quickly ran to the drugstore for the test and Chick-fil-A for a salad. 

Back at the office, I peed on the stick.  Negative, which was no big surprise, considering . . .  Even still, I was disappointed and relieved at the same time.  After all, I’m taking meds that are not pregnancy safe (Lisinopril and now Symlin).  Still, it sucks to see that one lonely line on a pregnancy test time after time. 

Anyway, back at my desk, I dialed up 15mcg of Symlin and ate my lunch.  I programmed a 60-minute square wave bolus on the pod and watched Dex like a hawk.  Sadly, my BG began to spike within 30 minutes, and it went high (like mid-200s high).  Then the nausea hit.  I felt like complete shit.  It was weird because it was more severe than the night before.  As George, Scott, and I were discussing last night on Twitter, it feels like you’ve got food stuck at the very bottom of your throat.  I don’t know how else to explain it.  Whatever.  I wasn’t going to let this nausea screw with the potential benefits of using Symlin.

So, last night before dinner, I decided to up the ante.  I dialed up 30mcg on the pen and bravely took the shot (it stung, too!).  I ate my dinner (about ½ of my typical portion size) and waited for the nausea.

It didn’t come.  As soon as I finished eating, I got up and started cleaning.  Keeping busy really seemed to help.  My BG remained steady and under 150 mg/dl before dropping slightly.  I tested before going to bed and was 145 mg/dl.  Hearing Dr. S.’s voice in my head (he wants me under 100 mg/dl in the morning), I did a small correction bolus and went to sleep.

Sometime around 11pm, I heard a low BG alarm.  I grabbed Dex from my nightstand and saw that I had dipped just below 70 mg/dl.  However, a finger stick showed me at 75 mg/dl, so I didn’t treat and went back to sleep.

At 1:30am, Brian’s stupid on-call phone for work rang.  I woke up instantly.  A quick peek at Dex showed me still hovering in the low 60s.  A finger stick confirmed, so I decided to drink a very small glass of milk.  This was definitely the right thing to do.  I woke up this morning at 99 mg/dl (hey, it’s under 100, right?), and Dex showed a nice flat line all night.  I felt pretty good, although tired because of the phone call. 

I got to work, dialed a 30mcg dose of Symlin for my modest breakfast (45g of carbs).  I programmed a 30-minute square wave bolus this time to prevent any spikes. 

That was an hour and a half ago.  My current BG is 157 mg/dl, but it looks like I’m rising fast.  I’m going to keep trying different ways to get the most out of Symlin.  I am anxious to get up to the 60mcg dose, which has more weight-loss benefits.  But, as it is, I’m eating much less than I was, so that’s good.  I’ve read that some Type 1s are able to tolerate the 120mcg dose, which offers the highest weight loss benefits.  I’m going to shoot for that, but I’m prepared to stick with 60mcg if necessary.

Overall, this experience with Symlin has been significantly more positive than my last attempt.  It’s something I’m determined to stick with, so I’m not going to let a little nausea derail me.  I’m committed to losing this weight, dammit!

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By shannon, March 10, 2010 9:41 am

As I expected, my A1c went up.  I just didn’t expect it to go up *that* much.  For almost two years, my A1c has been below 7%.  It’s a lot of work, but totally worth it.

I admit that I rebelled a bit.  I also got lazy.  I was just so tired of the tight control and limitations.  I went a little nuts.  I have the weight gain and lousy A1c to show for it. 

All other tests were good.  BP was “excellent” according to Dr. S.  He also said that I’d *lost* two pounds since my last appointment.  This just doesn’t seem right, but I wasn’t about to argue.  He gave me a list of group meetings and events (read: support groups) for Type 1s and encourage me to attend.  I don’t know if I will – I admit that it would be nice to meet some other Type 1s in person, though. 

As I mentioned yesterday, I wanted to talk to Dr. S. about Symlin.  After looking at my A1c, Dex graphs, and logbook, his initial feeling was to further increase my basals.  Since I had decided that I was not going to let that happen, I needed to find an alternative.  See, *I* think my basals are too high as it is.  The highs I’m experiencing aren’t the result of too-low basal settings; it’s because I’ve been eating like shit for months and, more often than not, SWAG bolusing.  So, I’m high because I didn’t count carbs correctly.  Sure, I correct, but once I’m high, it’s so hard to get back down. 

Which, once again, led me to the Symlin talk.  I’d tried it once before and gave up after a few days.  I was told that it is not indicated for pregnant women, and since we were actively trying at that point (and blissfully unaware of our fertility issues), I decided that it was best to stop.  To be honest, I was not heartbroken to lose the awful nausea that accompanied it.  But, the thing is, I never really gave it a chance. 

In preparation for my appointment, I did a bunch of research.  I learned that the nausea goes away pretty quickly and that the key is to stick with it.  I learned that some people have lost huge amounts of weight thanks to it.  I learned that most decrease their boluses by at least half.  All of these facts solidified my resolve to give it another shot.

So, just before dinner last night, I dialed up the minimum 15mcg and gave myself the shot.  I ate my meal slowly (I did notice that I got fuller faster) and waited.  I carefully calculated the carbs in what I ate (49 grams total), and programmed a 60-minute extended bolus.  And I waited. 

Sure, I felt a little nauseated, but nothing too extreme (I definitely didn’t feel like I was going to puke or anything).  I wasn’t hungry either, which was nice.  I often feel hungry even after eating a decent meal.  Dex showed almost no movement in my BG for over an hour.  Since I was super exhausted yesterday, I went to bed early. 

At 11:53pm, Dex beeped.  The dreaded low alarm.  I looked at the screen: 68 mg/dl.  Not too bad, but I did a finger stick to confirm:  66 mg/dl.  Since Dex indicated a downward trend, I decided to drink a juice box.  Then, I did something really stupid.  I programmed a temp basal of 50%.  I was spooked; I admit it.  I didn’t want to have a horrible low that would be difficult to treat because of the Symlin (I’d read that this happens).  I wanted to play it safe. 

Just as any sane person would expect, a few hours later, my BG started to climb.  Nothing drastic – I was sitting at 150ish.  Then my usual Dawn Phenomenon kicked in (I have a basal rate that is more than two times greater during the hours of 5am-8am).  A temp basal of 50% was not going to make a dent in that train wreck.  After my shower, I was sitting at 180 mg/dl and climbing. 

Since the pod was due for a change, I swapped it out and canceled that stupid temp basal.  Now, as I write this at 9:16am, I am at 189 mg/dl.  This is despite two decent correction boluses.  I know the crash is coming, and I’m ready for it.  I’m just pissed off at myself for giving in to the fear.  It’s the fear of lows that gives me a 7.5% A1c.  It’s unacceptable.

Ugh, diabetes, I hate you.

**UPDATE**

As I wrote this post, I got a call from the fertility doc’s office.  They wanted to tell me that they’d received a copy of my A1c (which the nurse described as “elevated”), and that for conception, they want it to be under 6%.  As if I didn’t already feel shitty enough.

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By shannon, March 6, 2010 9:00 am

Two nights ago, I had a horrible low.  It wasn’t that my BG was all that far south (only 47 mg/dl – I’ve been much lower), it was that once it hit me, it hit me like a giant bus.

I was shaky, dizzy, sweating, starving, and exhausted.  I still don’t know which of these was the prevailing symptom at first, but I know what quickly took over:  STARVING. 

I did my usual juice box thing (I ALWAYS correct lows with a single juice box), but then I lost control.  In the span of five minutes, I consumed:

1. The aforementioned juice box
2. 2 granola bar packages (with two in each package!)
3. A handful of Sun Chips
4. 1 glass of milk

By the time I was finished, I was so exhausted that I could barely keep my eyes open.  Brian came home from work to find me on the bed surrounded by the carnage of my eating binge.  If I hadn’t felt so shitty, it would have been really funny.

Actually, looking back, it’s pretty damn funny!