The Dexcom has added a whole new dimension to my existence: Muttering.
Kerri: (muttering, of course) Okay, so you say 176 mg/dl. My meter says 150 mg/dl. But you say I'm rising.
Kerri: (checking her pump for any insulin on board) Hmm. I don't want to end up high. I can see that the numbers are climbing on the Dex and ...
Dex: (like a lion roaring through a megaphone, or maybe a jet plane taking off inside an empty pool) BEEEEEEEEP. High - above 180 mg/dl.
Kerri's Office Mates: Kerri, are you beeping?
dLife CEO: (from office) Is that you or me?
Kerri: Yeah, it's me.
Kerri: (muttering again) I don't want to be high. Dex says I'm high. I should take a little bolus to correct this.
Pump: Boop beep boop.
dLife CEO: (from office) Did you bolus?
Working with the Dexcom has really enlightened me as to how quickly my blood sugars skyrocket during times of stress. It has also shown me that my overnights are so finely-tuned that my numbers are flat-lined throughout the night. (That makes me very, very happy.) But Dex is also making me a little more OCD than usual, and I'm feeling oft-compelled to correct blood sugars when I should instead let them ride and settle neatly on their own. I'm quickly developing a nasty habit of pinch bolusing for EVERYTHING, which is causing some tricky little lows.
I need to learn to be patient with this new technology. I also need to remember that the Dexcom updates much faster than my insulin works, so I can't be chasing every Dex result with the boop of a bolus. Sometimes I just need to let my insulin work and learn to better manage the emotional blow of an upward cresting graph.
(Unrelated: I saw llamas today on my lunch break. They did not have diabetes, but they did have wonderful personalities.)