Holy December - I can't believe it's the end of the year already! Holiday chaos reigns supreme, starting with this past weekend's Thanksgiving holiday and stemming straight into New Year's. Since I've been wearing the Dexcom pretty regularly (approximately five or six days in a row, then a day or two off), I realized how awesome it is to have that little thing attached during holidays like Thanksgiving.
I slapped on the new sensor last week and it stayed pretty solid until last night, when the adhesive was peeling too much for me to handle. (It gets itchy once it starts to peel, and that makes me craaaazy.)
This is the sensor after six days of changing clothes, working out, spending hours in the car, wool sweaters, multiple showers, and the general wear and tear that I put my body through in the course of a week. The sensor is still attached, but the gauze around it isn't in good shape. So I decided to pull the site and reapply it this afternoon. Dexcom discard. I'm freewheeling without the Dexcom at the moment.
The graphic on the Dexcom receiver that indicates ending a sensor run makes me laugh every time. The little guy tosses off his sensor with reckless abandon into the garbage can. Then it asks me, "Okay?" Okay, let's throw the whole thing out. (Note: You don't throw the whole thing out. You remove the EXPENSIVE transmitter first, then throw out the sensor housing.)
This past sensor was a bit of a needy one - it didn't want me to shower, apparently, because it kept throwing the "???" at me (meaning it's "confused" and needs a few minutes to catch up) every time I was in the shower. It also wasn't as tolerant as usual when it came to distance, so instead of keeping it on my bedside table or on the back of the headboard, I had to tuck it under my pillow. Maybe wearing the site on my lower back instead of my arm caused the difference in transmission - I'll have to see if it happens next time.
Watching my numbers closely for the holiday really helped out a lot. I saw that a glass of white wine on an empty stomach actually made my blood sugar spike almost instantly. I also saw that lemon meringue pie (de-li-cious) didn't do much after 15 minutes, but the 40 minute mark showed a real intense spike. Insulin? Yeah, it takes at least 35 minutes to impact my blood sugars, but knowing that made me more precise in when I bolused. The result? Elevated blood sugars during Thanksgiving (avg. about 195 mg/dl) but I didn't hit the wicked highs, and once I was high, I wasn't stuck there for hours.
Thanksgiving has come and gone, but I'm thankful to have another effective tool in dealing with diabetes. Now it's time to get to the damn gym and work off that pie.