During this last weekend I’ve been playing a favoured game of all diabetics the world over – the fabulous sport of “Hunt the Hyper”!
Since Victorian times most of the sports we love and enjoy have been strictly codified; with complex, detailed and in-depth rules and customs. Not so with Hunt the Hyper. No, this sport is very much the antithesis of rugby football or soccer. Let me elaborate.
Starting Friday evening I noticed my blood glucose was quite high. No problem, shove in a bit more insulin and test later. Hmm, still high. Correct again. Still a bit high a bit later. Is it the infusion set? It’s been in for two days and I find they’re less absorbent (if that’s the correct technical term; I suspect it’s not) towards the end of their brief lives. So swap out the infusion set and bung another one in.
Hours pass. Still high. Has the insulin been cooked or frozen? Not likely, it’s cold in Scotland but not that cold (and insulin getting to hot is never a problem in the Frozen North). Is my insulin resistance creeping up? I’ve not been out on the mountain bike for a fortnight, so it could be that. I find a couple of hours of careering down hills and getting muddy on a bike does wonders for my insulin resistance. But I chopped down two trees last weekend. Both trees were so deep-rooted that the effort of getting the damned things out of the ground was probably more effort than a 15 miles bike ride. So it’s not that.
Could it be insulin resistance from my recent cold? Maybe. But I usually go high at the start of the whole having-a-cold-process, rather than at the end.
So having thought about it, analysed the data, tried different things, I’m utterly non the wiser. In the end, my hunt for the hyper has been a failure. I’ll just keep testing, correcting and using 150% temp basals until things get better or my feet rot off. Whichever comes first.