Signs of Distractabetes.
My endo appointment is coming up fast, and I’ve just realized that I don’t give much of a shit. Not good. I’m deep into distractabetes. Signs?
Your fasting blood sugar is taken at 10 am.
You think coffee is breakfast. And is also lunch.
You carb count by glancing at the food and going “meh.”
You accidentally end up on a raw food diet only because you don’t want to cook anything anymore.
You changed your lancet last week and you’re still all proud, despite it needing to be changed again.
You wonder if it’s finally time to look under the bed and retrieve the many juice box straw plastic sleeves that have taken up residence there.
You go to dump out the dead test strips from your meter bag and there are only a few instead of a giant pile.
You notice a week long trend of overnight highs and instead of gently tweaking the overnight basal rate, you ratchet it up and hope for the best.
You deleted the Dexcom Clarity app off your phone … because the idea of looking at that estimated A1C thing is stressing you out.
Your CGM high alarm goes off and aside from humming the tune back in response, you don’t take any other action.
You go to write a blog post but end up writing a list about distractabetes from the third person POV.
(Also, by “you” I mean me. Entirely me. I’m a little burnt out after 3 years of either pre-pregnancy-then-actual-pregnancy-then-breastfeeding. The years of obsessively tracking blood sugars have given way to something I can’t entirely call diabetes burnout but instead feels like wicked distraction. I’m maybe a teeny bit looking forward to my A1C draw next week so I can at least know what data point I’m working from.)