I had a busy day planned. Supermarket shopping, doggie class with Kaylee, office hours – including a perfect chunk of unscheduled time between clients for art-making – and lastly, home for the Eagles game with Jason. Then, this thing called diabetes happened. I noticed I was running low on insulin yesterday, and knew I’d be taking a site change break today. Just around the corner from my house, on the way back from the supermarket, I distinctly told myself to remember to bring insulin and a site change with me when I went to the office in the afternoon. Remember, remember, remember. Pulled into the driveway, and *poof* I forgot.
I put away the groceries, while trying to keep a nuisance low from becoming something more nefarious, a low that I should have anticipated because the supermarket does that to me. Every. Single. Time. Still hovering low, I took Kaylee to her first agility class. The class is rather inconveniently scheduled at 12:30. We leave at 12:00, so it’s a little early to eat lunch beforehand, but don’t get back until close to 2:00, which isn’t terribly late, but today, I needed to be out the door by 2:20. I opted to wait until after class to eat, but the pesky low lingered through class, so by the time we got home, i was ready to empty the refrigerator into my mouth. I didn’t though. I had a light, half-lunch in the interest of time, and grabbed some food to go, thinking I could have a snack during my art break. Because of the low and because I hadn’t eaten much, I didn’t bolus. If I hadn’t been low, I would have bolused and realized I only had 3 hours worth of insulin in my pump. I was low though, and in a rush, so I never glanced at my pump. People with functioning beta cells don’t realize how lucky they have it.
I intended to be at the office for 5 hours, but once I was there, I remembered I was short on insulin. I was down to 2 hours of insulin. Annoyed with myself, and hoping I could get by somehow, I tried to trick my pump into giving me the tube insulin, but when I primed to check that there was actually insulin in the tubing, all that came out was a little fizzy insulin spittle, and a lot of air. I also primed the last unit. Oops. I had to cancel my clients, and race home.
Home, with a fresh cartridge and new site, Jason and I were watching football when I had a rather unpleasant low. I sat in a sweaty daze from halftime, well into the third quarter. Then the chills set in, and I was falling asleep because I do that when my BG is rebounding. I wanted to skip art tonight. I wanted to go to bed. I hate to give up on 30x30x30 so soon though, especially because I’m excited that I’ve actually been posting. I made myself get off the sofa to do something, anything creative.
Looking for something not so messy that didn’t require a great deal of thought or emotional energy since diabetes had used up all I had for the day, I opted to do more Zentangle (TM) doodles. Although I’m still insanely tired, and this rebound high is proving to be tenacious, I still liked making my doodle. I concentrated on replicating the various patterns, and everything else in my brain just faded into the background. Here’s my installment for day 9.