For the past two days my blood sugar has been running almost perfectly. I've gotten high predictor and low predictor alarms, but I hadn't actually had a high or low alarm in almost 36 hours. I have NO idea how it happened, but it did. Perfection never really lasts though. I think we always know that.
This morning I got up and took off to work. I usually don't eat breakfast until I get to work so it wasn't until I got there that I realized that I'd used my last test strip for my morning test. Strike one.
Okay, with steady blood sugars for nearly two days, I figured that I could make it until lunch w/ my fairly accurate CGMS. I'm set, right?
Wrong. About two hours before I was set to go to lunch, my CGM 3 day time limit was up. Which means I needed another blood sugar test to recalibrate. Um...uh oh.
So, I think I'll try my best to tough it out until lunch. It's only 2 hours and Lord knows I've gone two hours without testing my blood sugar before. Two hours is nothing.
Except when about an hour before lunch I started to feel low. Uh, oh. I can't drive home to get strips, so I check for a juice box in my purse...only to find I don't have one. Crap.
I make my way to the next cubical and eat a couple of handfuls of my co-worker's skittles. And wait.
By the time I got home for lunch, I'd rebounded to almost 200. And I spent the rest of the day being exhausted from the low, and somewhat sluggish.
Now having strips or even having the juice box wouldn't have prevented the low, or the rebound. But having one little thing go wrong is bad enough, but when it's a million little things it ends up being an extra hour at work on a Friday night to make up for all the work I couldn't get done today.
Diabetes can be easy. For about 5 minutes at a time. Something always comes up. A high. A low. A missing juice box. A needed reset on CGM. Sometimes they all come up at the same time.
Today was one of those days.