Apparently you cannot ever give up this job. You cannot give it to someone else, cannot be fired for what you do or say (hey, wouldn't that be nice in a job for real?) and on the other hand, well, you never accumulate vacation time. So little rants about the inconsistencies of the job are to be expected, as well as the unfairness of it all.
For those looking to see how the previous post ended... here is the rest of the day.
3:30 pm - 141
(home from a 45 minute gym class, yeah, she dropped and now I am on the fence - was it the 45 minute aerobic activity or the insulin kicking in? she has 1.2 units of IOB still. hmmmmm.... we shall see. she eats a snack to cover the IOB and i don't cover her for the snack. my fingers are crossed.)
4:30 pm - 93
(let's be frank here, i always want the meter to say 93, it's nirvana to me, so when I actually do get Grace to 93, i do the dance of joy in the kitchen. i make the sound of a homerun hitter hitting it out of the park, grace laughs and laughs at this. she tells me that will be our new secret saying to each other - making a popping sound and hitting the baseball, when we get a near perfect BGL. yes, this is what my life has become.)
5:30 pm - 74 and it's dinner time. and it's pizza.
(did i just strike fear into every D-Mom out there? pizza. for dinner. holy guessing carbfest! i decide to go with my carb-guess of 35 a slice and then portion her dose out into 1.0 unit now and extend 2.0 units over the course of 2 hours. wish me luck.)
8:00 pm - 89
(i believe we have a winner!!! i feel like i should have a ceremony or something. 2 1/2 hours after eating a pizza dinner and we slide into homebase with an 89. the diabetes gods and goddesses must have thought i needed a break after the morning high-fest.)
So, all in all, it wasn't the Pod, which is working just fine. I'm glad I didn't succumb to changing the site. I have tried to be more patient with letting her highs come down and immediately not thinking it's a site issue. Apparently today's high was just that, a REAL time high and climbing and I think the doses I was giving her were just barely touching the surface of the high. I gotta read up on the super bolus for the future.
Thanks everyone for your comments and advice and feedback.
Now if I was a drinking woman, I would be at a bar. But alas, I am not.
Also, no babysitter while I would at the bar. That would be a bad thing, right? Just checking.
So off to bed I go, dreaming of a 93 all night long.....