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Holi-daze

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I’m back home this week after some much needed time out in Melbourne, and unfortunately back to the grind tomorrow. I didn’t really believe that Melbourne was capable of producing so many nice days (sans an icky 44 degrees at the Australian Open on Thursday), but it was nice to spend so much time outdoors. 

As I was on the plane home over the weekend, I came to this realisation that I hadn’t once given a thought to work throughout the week. Nor e-mails. Nor meals. Nor agendas or general life admin. 

It was a stark contrast to the (very limited) time that I had off over Christmas. I spent my time clearing out my filing cabinet. Catching up on the magazines and newsletters that I hadn’t gotten around to over the year. Clearing some virtual space on my Macbook. Vacuuming the dust from the floor and wiping away the coffee and bloodstains from my desk. 

I was still thinking about the daily grind. The time was over before I knew it.

Going away is truly amazing in its ability to pull me away from my environment and take my mind away from the grind. No morning alarms. No work. Nothing to think about except for what I wanted to do today. By the time it was over, I felt as though I had been gone for ages. 

The only thing that I did have to bring with me, unfortunately, was diabetes.  

Holidays are always a bit of a fine balance. There are lots of extra carbs (read: plenty of coffees and trips to Brunetti). But there’s also a lot of extra walking, which has the potential to send me low. 

Overall, I was pretty happy with my BGs while I was away. I was more generous than usual with my insulin guesstimates, thinking about the greater likelihood of going high after the carbs rather than low. There were a couple of lows, but all of the walking around mostly helped to keep things level. There were a few stubborn blips, particularly in the evenings, but overall I didn’t spend my nights battling sustained highs. 

Now, reality has sunk back in. But I feel somewhat refreshed. And ready to tackle what this year has in store for me. 

Not What I Planned For…

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16:22 I arrive home. Blood sugar is 4.6 with a downward arrow and around 1 unit of insulin on board. Little guy has not yet been for a walk today.

16:33 I prepare a milky coffee and grab one of the Walkers Shortbread Festive Shapes from the cupboard. 15 grams of carbs. Enough to course correct the hypo, with a little extra glucose for the quick walk I’m planning.

16:54 Almost ready to walk and my Libre is still reading 3.4 and steady. A finger prick reads 4.3. I figure I’ll need a little more glucose for my walk, but I really don’t feel like glucose tabs today. I open the cupboard, delighted to find a packet of pretzels there. I measure out 15 grams of pretzels and chew them down.

17:01 I have the little guy’s attention before I’ve even grabbed his lead from it’s little drawer. Just before I’m about to head out the door, the phone rings. I pick it up, and decide on a quick detour to the train station to collect my sister from work since I’m heading out anyway.

17:06 Today’s walk will probably be lighter than usual, given that I have the little guy in tow who’s still recovering from surgery a few weeks ago. I bolus for half of the pretzels I ate as I’m sitting in the car driving towards the train station, figuring I’ve overestimated my glucose needs.

17:15 My sister asks if the little guy has been for a walk today as we’re heading back from the station, and I explain that I was planning on doing so prior to this detour. She then says that she is going for a walk with a friend, and offers to take him with her.

17.19 Back home. Blood sugar is 5.3 and trending upwards. Too polite to explain how much of this afternoon’s groundwork hinged on me taking the little guy for a walk, I convince myself I have other things to do and bolus for all of the insulin I missed. And then some.

Exercise with diabetes is so damn hard.

Lesson Learned: Don’t Overfill Your t:slim Cartridges

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Yesterday morning after breakfast, after I could no longer ignore the vibrations coming from the needy insulin pump in my pocket, I swapped out the cartridge on my t:slim.

I slowly drew insulin from my penfill cartridge into the syringe, filling it all the way up to its 3ml capacity. After tapping and priming the air bubbles from my syringe, I stuck the needle into my black t:slim cartridge and began to slowly inject the insulin in.

As I tried to continue pushing that last bit of insulin from my syringe into the cartridge, I was met with a little resistance. The cartridge must have been nearing full.

I knew I should have stopped then and there. Except that I didn’t.

After pushing a little more in, I pulled the syringe out and slid the cartridge into place on my pump. I was feeling a little hesitant, but figured I’d be able to pick up on anything weird soon enough.

I had lunch a little later on, and found myself at 10.6 when I checked my blood sugar afterwards. Which felt plausible, given that I had also eaten ice cream with my lunch. I can never seem to bolus for ice cream quite right.

After some correction insulin, a walk and nothing more than a coffee that afternoon, I was still lingering around the 10 mark.

After loads of corrections that evening, I don’t know why I didn’t just replace my insulin cartridge before I went to bed.

I guess a part of me was seeing the 200+ units of insulin in the pump, and didn’t want to be wasteful by throwing it away if there was actually nothing wrong.

After a full correction at bedtime that had little effect by the time I woke up at 5.30am this morning, I hauled myself out of bed and made a dash to the fridge. I swapped out my cartridge for a fresh one, this time only filling to around the 2ml mark on my syringe.

Yes, Frank was told to put less insulin into his cartridges when he got set up on his t:slim a few weeks ago. But Frank also didn’t like to be wasteful and wanted to get his money’s worth from the cartridges that he paid for with his hard earned money. Frank also doesn’t like not being able to reuse these cartridges like could with his Animas pump.

Anyhow, lesson learned.

Don’t overfill your t:slim cartridges. It just feels like your insulin isn’t working.

Forever Learning

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“I never get it wrong. I just learn for next time.”

If there’s one quote that truly resonates with me in the way I manage my diabetes, Grumpy Pumper summed it up for me perfectly in a tweet that surfaced this weekend from the Sports and Exercise Weekend he was attending in the UK.

The biggest piece of diabetes wisdom that I often impart is that time and experience is my biggest asset in living with diabetes. Because each and every one of those valuable hours spent managing my diabetes have taught me something. Like only bolusing for 60% of the carb count on my banana. Or living to regret every hypo that I’ve treated with something nicer than skittles or glucose tabs. Or remembering to bring a spare of everything with me.

I am a bit of a perfectionist in the way I manage my diabetes. I meticulously monitor my basal rates, count my carbohydrates, time my insulin to the kind of food I’m eating and give deep thought to the physical activity I undertake each day. It’s no simple equation, by any means.

My biggest downfall is that I don’t handle it very well when things don’t go to plan. I can often be found swearing out loud in front of my meter, verbally expressing my frustrations.

Yesterday was one of those days, as I found myself low twice after my breakfast and wondering how today had been any different to my other mornings of late.

As I sat in my desk chair at work, recalling the actions I’d taken that morning, two particular things came to mind. The first being correcting a blood sugar of 7.1 upon waking up, ignoring the insulin I already had on board from an earlier correction (and perhaps if I’d washed my sweaty bed hands prior to checking, the number may have been different). The second being the ginormous orange I added to this morning’s brekky. As I searched through my Calorie King app, I learned that oranges had 5.5% carb content, rather than the 8% I had in my head.

Living with diabetes is a constant learning process. I still surprise myself at how much I continue to learn after a good two and a half years of more diligently managing blood sugars. I wonder if I will ever live to see the day where I’ve learned everything that there is to learn.

What I do know, however, is that I don’t feel so guilty for my blunders when I can identify reasons for them.

Do Your Insulin Needs Increase During Winter?

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I could feel my blood boiling.

With every single swipe of my FreeStyle Libre reader against the sensor on my arm, I felt increasingly frustrated.

Despite being pretty confident in what I’d eaten and covered with insulin for dinner, my levels dipped slightly before slowly but steadily ascending once again. A pattern that had become somewhat typical over the past couple of weeks following meals.

Despite correction after correction, my blood sugar levels were yet to budge.

My mind wandered back to the pump break I had taken in late April and May. I thought about how easy blood sugar levels had been to manage with pens and needles. How free my mind had been from frustration.

That pump complacency I felt on the night I disconnected my pump in late April had returned. I didn’t want to be feeling it, but it was there, plaguing my thoughts against my own will.

Then, I just had this sort of ‘epiphany.’

I set a temporary basal rate increase of 10% on my insulin pump, hoping that it would help my correction doses to start working better.

When my insulin still seemed ‘sluggish’ a few hours before bed, I increased it to 20%. After a few more days had passed, I went into my pump settings and permanently adjusted the basal rates upwards by 20%.

I’ve heard it discussed before in the diabetes community. I’ll be the first to admit that I never brought into the whole concept of insulin needs increasing during the Winter. And decreasing during the Summer, for that matter.

I don’t know what causes it. There’s been no significant change in my activity levels. I’m very active during my work day as usual, and don’t go anywhere near the gym or a pair of running shoes when I’m at home. My routine is the same. Admittedly, I probably spend less time outdoors or in the sunlight at the moment. Maybe there’s an increased inclination to drink coffee, eat cannoli and watch Australian Survivor.

More than anything, I think it may be an environmental or physiological factor.

I’m just grateful that my insulin is working again and that I can spend more of my day in range, fighting less of an uphill battle in doing so.

After eight years, I’m still learning new things about my diabetes. I truly believe that the more time and experience I have under my belt, the better equipped I am to live with it.