So, I consistently resist change.....sometimes until I'm FORCED to change. Caroline's battery in her Freestyle Flash died last night. It was 9 pm,
she was guzzling water, and I had no monitor. (Don't even ask why there wasn't a backup in the house....long story. She has 3 at school.)
I had 2 options....head to the pharmacy for a 20 minute round trip, or get out the big honker of a meter that came with her pump.
I actually ordered the strips from MiniMed a few months ago, so I have 3 boxes of strips that have been sitting there staring at me every time I open the medicine cabinet. Caroline has been on my case about programming her meter to go with her pump. I don't really have a good reason for never doing it.
So, I sat down, turned it on, set the date and time, and she tested......"Glucose high - over 600"
HOLY SMACKERS!
New site, 3.5 units of insulin, a bottle of water, and time for bed.
I checked her at 11:30 and she was 153. I got her up to use the restroom and tucked her back in.
5:30 this morning.....standing in my room......."Mom....you gave me too much insulin....I'm 43!!"
I sit straight up and fumble for the glucose tabs in my nightstand. She kept saying no when I handed her 2. (She wasn't totally coherent.) I grabbed her, held her in my lap and tried to get her mouth open. It's then that I realize....she's already taken 2 glucose tabs.
So, I have a "duhhhhhhhhhhh" moment. I go into the history in her monitor. She had tested 15 minutes prior to the 43 and she was 32.
Here I am....sound asleep.....and my child is able to get up out of bed, walk to the kitchen, test, get glucose tabs, wait a few minutes, test again, and then comes to wake me up.
I sent her to school this morning with a blood sugar of 86. She had some raisin bran with Splenda and some of the G2 gatorade. (trying to keep her hydrated after the high last night)
She consistently amazes me......found out why her blood sugar was so high. They played baseball at recess yesterday, and she slid into home base. She must have hit her pump just right. Her reservoir had the biggest bubble (Probably a 20 unit bubble). Her pump didn't give a "no delivery alarm", so I'll have to investigate that.
I had 2 options....head to the pharmacy for a 20 minute round trip, or get out the big honker of a meter that came with her pump.
I actually ordered the strips from MiniMed a few months ago, so I have 3 boxes of strips that have been sitting there staring at me every time I open the medicine cabinet. Caroline has been on my case about programming her meter to go with her pump. I don't really have a good reason for never doing it.
So, I sat down, turned it on, set the date and time, and she tested......"Glucose high - over 600"
HOLY SMACKERS!
New site, 3.5 units of insulin, a bottle of water, and time for bed.
I checked her at 11:30 and she was 153. I got her up to use the restroom and tucked her back in.
5:30 this morning.....standing in my room......."Mom....you gave me too much insulin....I'm 43!!"
I sit straight up and fumble for the glucose tabs in my nightstand. She kept saying no when I handed her 2. (She wasn't totally coherent.) I grabbed her, held her in my lap and tried to get her mouth open. It's then that I realize....she's already taken 2 glucose tabs.
So, I have a "duhhhhhhhhhhh" moment. I go into the history in her monitor. She had tested 15 minutes prior to the 43 and she was 32.
Here I am....sound asleep.....and my child is able to get up out of bed, walk to the kitchen, test, get glucose tabs, wait a few minutes, test again, and then comes to wake me up.
I sent her to school this morning with a blood sugar of 86. She had some raisin bran with Splenda and some of the G2 gatorade. (trying to keep her hydrated after the high last night)
She consistently amazes me......found out why her blood sugar was so high. They played baseball at recess yesterday, and she slid into home base. She must have hit her pump just right. Her reservoir had the biggest bubble (Probably a 20 unit bubble). Her pump didn't give a "no delivery alarm", so I'll have to investigate that.
