Those with a working pancreas only tend to see the big stuff when it comes to diabetes. The dramatic hypos, scary injections and lots of stabbing and bleeding. What I find really hard to explain is the minutia, the constant drip, drip, drip of diabetes related thoughts and activities that take place even on the most uneventful of diabetic days. Take last Sunday for example…
– 0730: Wake up. Blood test, bolus.
– 0800: Realise that while I spent most of yesterday thinking about changing my infusion set, I never actually did it. This has the pleasant upside of meaning I can have a properly naked shower as it’s sensor change day too. Wince like a complete wimp as I pull off the sticky from my sensor and infusion set and then feel strangely liberated. Put CGM transmitter on charge.
– 0820: Out of shower and dried, remember to insert new infusion set before putting moisturiser on otherwise the damn thing won’t stick. Dither over where to put infusion set, I’d like to move it to my bum but we’re going to a christening and I’m wearing a dress, which means tights, which means I’m more likely to pull the thing out if it’s on my bum. Put infusion set into leg instead.
– 0825: CGM transmitter is charged, time to insert sensor. Preferred sensor location is my back, but this isn’t ideal when wearing aforementioned dress. Normally my pump is clipped to my waistband somewhere, either front, side or back, so it can always pick up the signal from my transmitter. But wearing a dress means no waistband so the pump moves to the bra. And my body is too dense to allow the CGM signal to pass through from back to front, so the transmitter needs to be on my front. Stick sensor in stomach, on the same side of my body as my infusion set so I don’t have to pull the tubing across my body.
– 0845: Bolus for breakfast, wrap christening present, paint nails, eat porridge.
– 1000: Convince husband that as I’m carrying my pump, it would be lovely if he would carry fruit pastilles in his suit pocket rather than me having to carry them. Love husband lots, he lets me get away with being a lazy diabetic when it comes to carrying stuff.
– 1002: Get into car.
– 1003: Realise I’ve not picked up my meter, get out of car, collect meter, get back into car, depart for christening.
– 1015: As we are being godparents decide that vibrating boobs around the font would be quite inappropriate so silence all CGM alarms. Forget all about diabetes.
– 1155: Take advantage of a trip to the loo to retrieve pump from bra, turn CGM alarms back on and check blood sugar on CGM.
– 1200: Spy post christening buffet challenge. Attempt to calculate how much I might eat. Confidently estimate it will be somewhere between 20g and 150g of carbs. Give up trying to guess, bolus for 40g as a start.
– 1220: Buffet plate in hand, realise the christening cake has been made by a very good local baker and therefore is bolus-worthy, bolus for another 40g and try to exercise some self-restraint.
– 1330: CGM alarms to say I’m an 11. Seize the opportunity to put the new godchildren to good use. Spend 15 minutes chasing them barefoot around the hall and throwing them around a bit. Thankfully the godchildren are 4 and 6 so are much better at helping to reduce blood sugars than babies.
– 1700: Home. Realise I haven’t used my meter all day, instead have been relying on CGM results. Test blood and calibrate CGM. CGM says 5 and dropping, meter says 4.3, that’ll do.
– 1705: Not in the least bit hungry but need some carbs to fight off impending low. Eat second piece of christening cake, it’s tough, but someone has to do it.
– 1930: Christening cake did the job, so salad for tea. Tiny bit of insulin to offset slight upwards creep.
– 2230: Test, remember I need to order more strips, calibrate CGM, sleep ready to start all over again tomorrow.
So there you have it, even a relatively uneventful diabetes day is still packed full of diabetes thoughts. It’s quite amazing I have any brain power left for anything else. But I suppose at least it gave me a blog post, otherwise I’d have been stuck with “Went to christening, became godparents, enjoyed it”.