Do the “check my blood sugar” routine before bed, to see that my blood sugar is rising. Perform conservative correction. Listen to the Dexcom wail for a few hours as my blood sugar falls back into range. Wake up at 3 am to test again, to make sure I haven’t over-corrected. Looks okay at 3 am. Wake up at 4…
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 really like Ironman. And Superman. And Spiderman.” She paused. “But not the Hulk, because he smashes things. Why he smashes things?” “He gets angry and that anger makes him turn into the giant green guy, and he smashes.” My daughter, thanks to her father’s affinity for all-things superhero, has developed a taste for the slate of superheroes and super…
“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…
Abby‘s been rocking the Dexcom for the last three months, and she’s fully immersed in both the data mining and the photographing of said data mining. Here’s her “PWD photojournalist” take on Dexcom’ing and documenting.(Also, welcome back, Abby! We missed you while you were at camp!) * * * I’ve had my Dexcom for almost three months now. While most of the…
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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…
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…