Damn Diabetes…
Okay, so this Diabetes thing has totally infiltrated my way of thinking. I went up to test Shealyn the other night.. as always. When I put my hand on her hip to roll her over a bit so I could access her pump pouch, her PJ pants felt damp. “Oh crap! She must have had an accident. Eek! She’s probably high!” I feel a bit more…. nope, false alarm! Wait, she feels sweaty instead. “Oh crap! She sweats a lot when dropping. She must be low!” I quickly tested her to find her BG at an ideal 162 (target is 140). “Oh crap! I just took two weeks off my lifespan from worry in two opposite extremes in a thirty second timespan and she’s just warm from her blanket.”
Ugh…