This morning, in the shower, I heard the Dexcom start to wail. Actually, I heard Birdy mimicking the Dexcom low alarm from the bathroom floor, where she was hanging out and coloring with crayons while I took a shower (Chris was away and in a meeting all day, so I was solo-parenting). “Beeeep, beeeeeep,” she sang in a tuneless sort…
It’s been almost a year since the first itchy, blistering rashes showed up underneath my Dexcom sensors, but by taking a very peculiar set of precautions, the rashes are all but gone. Thanks to the use of the J&J Toughpad underneath my Dexcom sensors, I’m able to go a full seven (plus!) days without reacting rashly. So yay! for no…
“I’m going to draw a picture of Grandpa.” “Okay, so where do you start?” She put her finger to her lips, pondering. “How about … a head! With two eyes! And a nose with nostrils. And some cheeks.” Birdy pressed her pen against the paper, painstakingly drawing a circle for the head, and then two eyes, and a nose. Her…
BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! wails the Dexcom. Birdy, who is coloring at the kitchen table, yells back, “BEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP! Mawm, your Dexcom is making the beep sound again,” and she absently points her red crayon towards the bottle of glucose tabs on the table nearby. For the most part, I can rely on the Dexcom to be accurate when it’s throwing out…
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When I was planning my pregnancy, I wanted a Dexcom because I desperately wanted to bring down my A1C without crashing and burning into a pile of low blood sugars. But when I was pregnant and dealing with the epic lows of my first trimester (hello, 29 mg/dl without symptoms), I needed my CGM. Sometimes the Dexcom is not on-target. If I am hyper-calibrating and feeding it too…
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Blood Sugars, Dexcom, Diabetes Advocacy, Diabetes Community, Diabetes Online Community, Psychosocial Support, Pumping Insulin, Real Life DiabetesI clicked the button on my Dexcom receiver and saw a “212 mg/dl” with two arrows pointed straight on up. This was the third effortless high in as many hours, and I was convinced my pump site had crapped out. “I am going to run to the bathroom. I need to switch out my site,” I said to Chris, moving…
I’m very rarely caught without my Dexcom, and I’ve been wearing a sensor for the better part of the last three years. But wearing a sensor doesn’t mean that every low is caught and every high is avoided. What it does mean is that I see every high and low in a big picture format, leaving me sometimes with more information…
For a few weeks, I had a tough run with the Dexcom. Out of the five sensors I’d used in the last three weeks, three of them had gone kaput on me. And by “kaput,” I mean that I’d put in a new sensor after Las Vegas and it instantly gave me “???” instead of blood sugar results. I’ve seen the triple question…
Oodles going on today. Here’s the rundown: Dexcom: Dexcom and I had a very nice day yesterday. My sugars held surprisingly steady (surprising because I tend to ping all over the place) ALL DAY LONG. I didn’t pop out of range once during the workday. I’m potentially chalking this up to techno-joy at the moment, though, because my A1c plummeted…
I have to be completely honest here: The Dexcom scared the hell out of me. It sat on the kitchen table for a few days and stayed hidden in the FedEx box. I wasn’t quite ready to look at it and I was even less ready to saddle myself with another medical device. But a couple of Officially Scary low…