Happy weekend! Be silly. And slightly cyborgy, if that’s your jam. You might also like: Hypoglycemic Blues. Unexpected Advocacy. Whoa! Woe. Inset/Outset.
So yeah, I tried to restart the Dexcom G6 sensor. And it didn’t work. No offense, Dexcom. I respect your work and I love, love the data from this device. My health is, without fail, better for the introduction of a CGM into my life. But this shit is expensive, and cost is often a deterrent for folks trying to…
A few months ago, I stumbled upon StayPut Medical and tried one of these overlay tapes out over a Dexcom G5 sensor. And even with a history of wonky adhesive issues and easily irritated skin, this tape helped my sensor hold tight, without issue. Thankful for the free trial sample and eager to share this “simple solution” with you…
This post is from 8 years ago, originally published in 2010 on dLife as part of my column at Generation D. (Man, this post is old. This is before Birdy.) Abby was the best cat ever (sorry, Siah), and her ability to sniff out a low blood sugar is only bested by my Dexcom. Because I totally had a CGM…
Thirty-one years ago, I was checking my blood sugar with this giant lancing device, using a heavy brick of a glucose meter, and chasing my blood sugars with Regular and NPH insulin. If you told me that the future of diabetes would include streaming video of where my blood sugars have been and where they might be headed, I’d have…
Dexcom rings Are you listening? On the graph Lows are blistering. A beautiful sight Is an overnight Walking in no-hitter* wonderland Gone away Are my betas Here to stay Is the data. My Dexcom alarms Protect me from harm. Searching for no-hitter wonderland In the meadow we can build an organ And pretend that he’s a pancreas. He’ll say I’m…
“Do you mind ringing out this orange juice first?” I asked the lady who was working the cash register. “No problem,” and she went bip with the scanner against the bottle’s bar code while my Dexcom screamed BEEP BEEP BEEP! from my phone. I opened the bottle and downed the majority of it in one, open-throated gulp. My son, strapped into…
(to the tune of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ Free Fallin’) He’s a good pump, does his job well Loves priming and bolusing too. He’s a good pump, crazy ‘bout islets Gives insulin when those islets don’t come through. It’s a long week being my Dex sensor There’s adhesive workin’ while I play And I’m a happy girl cause I…
Nothing to see here, especially if you’re looking for an adhesive-related Dexcom rash. Because ever since switching to the sensors that expire after 8/17/17, the rash is a thing of the past. Now I can wear my sensors for the recommended seven days (sometimes stretching it a day or two here and there, if I’m feeling bold), and my skin…
The first flight out was jumbly, with the plane riding into some kind of air pocket right after takeoff, eliciting audible screams from some of us. (No, not from me. Turns out that, if things get scary, I resort to frantically saying the F word under my breath whilst clutching the arm rest.) Once the plane hit some smooth air,…
Today is Day 7. I’ll be pulling this sensor off in six hours. Day 7. No filter. No rash. No worries. #dexcom A post shared by Kerri Sparling (@sixuntilme) on Mar 6, 2017 at 6:07am PST No rash. No filter. Does this mean no worries? (For reference, this post is a follow up from a week ago when I put…