The Best Laid Plans of CGM.
Meep meep meep.
"What?" This thing sounds like a little RoadRunner attached to my hip.
More mournful this time.
Meep meep MEEP.
"What is it?" Exhausted from the night before, nursing the beginning of a nasty head cold, and already tucked into bed, I snake my hand under the covers to retrieve my pump from the waistband of my pajamas. The screen beams green light my way - "BG HIGH. Above 180 mg/dl target."
"Okay, okay." After clearing the alarm, I grab my meter from the bedside table to confirm this result and, sure enough, I'm 202 mg/dl according to One Touch.
"Here." I push against the buttons and bolus up a unit, realizing I'm talking to my pump the same way I talk to my cats when they wake me up early in the morning to fill their empty food dishes.
The beeping stops. I rest my head against the pillow and fall into a deep, blissful sleep, with the pump on my hip, the infusion set on my thigh, the CGM on my arm, a cat at my feet, and my fiance by my side. Full house.
What happened next is not something I remember clearly, but the memory of my machines filled in the gaps for me.
3:19 am - Pump Alarm. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. LOW BLOOD SUGAR. 64 mg/dl WAKE UP, KERRI. WAKE UP.
4:08 am- Meter Result. 49 mg/dl.
7:15 am - Morning Carnage. One empty juice bottle, meter unzipped and used test strips all over the floor, covers tossed off in my low-induced sweat, body freezing due to being exposed and damp all night long.
Oh CGM, you tried to warn me. I changed my low glucose threshold value to alarm at 65 mg/dl and you did. You just weren't loud enough. Or maybe I just turned you off, like I have mistakenly done with the alarm clock on occasion. Either way, the best laid plans of my CGM were thwarted (or at least muffled).
Today, my numbers have been all over the place. I know this because instead of the plateaus of graceful blood sugars, I'm seeing stock market indexes all over the screen of my pump. Thanks to the sneezing, stuffed up head, and feverish feeling I'm currently enjoying, I at least know why my numbers are erratic. Even though we've just started our relationship, now CGM and I can enjoy a head cold together and I can see how my numbers dance when I'm feeling ill.
I have so much I want to write about - the CareLink software that I'm going to try out tonight, my challenges and successes with CGM-ing at the gym last night, and the insurance angle of things, but I'm almost fully immersed in this freaking sneezy cold and can't form another complete tho ...