Don't. Touch. Anything.

Don't even breath and behold a miracle (for us).

Pink's numbers since 3:00am Monday (four days ago!)

(including a sleepover):

119

144

131

68

159

138

135

139

131

141

101

90

96

109

144

137

128

        242 -doh

119

Alas - set change tonight 

I may or may not have let this set go past the approved 3 day use

(not medical advice)

Transition Sux-ition

Guys!  This is so hard!  But so important.
Roo has been taking serious, giant steps toward managing her diabetes totally independently.
Below you will see almost the entire exchange between Roo and myself while she was at cheer camp for three nights and four days.  I know it looks long!  But it's not considering every fiber of my being wants to hang on with bloody, shredded fingernails.

Here are her BGs:
172, 265, 188, 117, 150, 136
163, 90, 201, 208, 93, 321
407, 198, 68, 101, 135, 239, 242
211, 234, 77, 114, 159, 359, 305, 126, 88, 239

I think these look great!! She had never done an intensive camp like this on MDI on top of managing mostly on her own. However, when we were talking about it after she got home the first words out of her mouth were "I feel kind of ashamed..."  NO! NO! NO!  Oh my god, she felt ashamed because she didn't count carbs and really pay attention as well as she could have.  Oh baby!  You did fantastic!

I HATE that she felt like this.  I tried to nip this in the bud right away but I don't know how much got through.  I told her how good she did in a difficult environment.  How she'll get better and better with more practice. She kept herself safe, had a majority of BGs within and close to the target we set for the camp and was able to participate fully in the event.  Look how many times she checked her blood sugar. I call that a success!  We went over some things that stuck out that she could work on: over treating of lows, better carb counting and more consistent bolusing.

I know that letting them experience independence and making mistakes is important for learning and this experience really drove this home for me, made a dent in the d-mom emotional side. Because she was in charge, she was more invested in the results. Because she was making the decisions, she was able to identify the problems really quickly during the review (and really while they were happening).

Watching Roo take on this challenge and hearing her reflections also surfaced some heartbreak for me.  The burden and disruptive nature of Type 1 Diabetes was impossible to tuck away in its corner where I normally try to keep it.
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Wordless Wednesday: Dog Denied

Better Too Much than Not Enough - Cheer Camp

Better too much than not enough, right?  Sometimes I can't stop myself.  Roo off at cheerleading camp for 4 days and then a water park. Cheering, dancing and stunts from morning to bedtime. Diabetes camp = pump, cheer camp = MDI.  And that's just how she rolls.  She went back on MDI about a week before leaving and this will be the first cheer camp on MDI. Gulp.  No disconnecting or nice 50% temp basal for overnight.  We did decide to lower her Lantus by 3 units. So for a girl on MDI and we have no clue what will happen that probably won't like 80% of the food served, behold the loot:

1. two tubs glucose tabs. Can you believe this one doesn't like Glucolift?!

2. package of juice boxes.

3. peanut butter crackers.

4. protein bars.

5. ketone test sticks

6. individual Crystal Lights

7. A couple G1s

8. homebase d-supply bag and smaller bag to pack out sharps

9. syringes. I have a thing about always having a syringe on hand.

10. back-up meter

11. grapes

12. apples

13. Dry Pak for water park. She refuses to wear, I have an anxiety attack.

14. trail mix

15. crackers and peanut butter

16. dum dums 

If there is a lower low I swear by having glucose in the mouth in addition to regular treatment. 

Roo likes suckers, Pink uses sugar pop-sickles.

17. medical alert temp tattoos no jewelry allowed

18. box of test strips

19. fruit snacks

20. box of pen needles

21. emergency kit for coach to carry 

Glucagon,tabs,frosting,extra syringe

Not shown: uh...insulin pens!

My Beauties

At Least I think so.



Roo and Pink
 (and photobombing Smurf)



Life (briefly) Interrupted

(that look has more to do with me than diabetes)

Piss Poor PSA

There is some talk about the International Diabetes Foundation's (IDF) latest public service announcement (PSA): Diabetes Kills.  

All done watching it? 
(I hope I don't get too shredded for this.)

I agree this is a piss-poor PSA. Not because I was offended by the Death Eaters picking people off or because that last poor soul was slammed into the ground only to morph into a tombstone or because my kids might see it but because:

I don't understand what they are trying to convey.  Which totally defeats the point of a PSA!  

If the PSA is targeted toward general public awareness and understanding of what diabetes really is then, personally, I'm OK with a little "Diabetes Kills".  Diabetes does kill.  I think only something really bold is going to break through the misconceptions and stereotypes diabetes and people with diabetes have placed on them.  Both of which need to be broken to get to empathy.  Then real education and action can take root. 

The PSA goes overboard.  I'm sure they intended to go overboard to make a point, but I can see how this might be seen as over-overboard (and smacked it's head on a tombstone).  However, I also don't think the people the IDF are targeting (if it is the uneducated-I'm still not sure) understand the dangers of diabetes.  So where is the perfect balance?  I don't know.  But I do know that some people still think diabetes is caused by eating too much sugar. Wait, is that what it is about?  Still not sure. And then the "Learn how to stay Healthy" totally threw me.  Who are they targeting again?

On the other side of the goes-too-far fence, I also don't like these quotes:

"Diabetes doesn’t kill people; UNCONTROLLED diabetes does.”
“Well-managed diabetes is the leading cause of… NOTHING.”

I get it.  I really do.  They're empowering, positive, motivational and hopeful.  All good and important things, but I think they are misleading and a little false/extreme.  Probably to make a point. 

Camp 2013

Brakes don't fail me now

Translation: WELCOME BACK!

Diabetes camp 2013 was a

really good year! The sign

to the left signals that we are

only a few minutes away.
And they are not kidding about the "hill". 

Straight down to the river valley.  

               

What was your favorite part about diabetes camp this year?

  Roo: Meeting so many great people  (sorry I didn't get pics!)
  Pink: The people in my cabin



"This year I could stay longer." ~Pink

What exactly do they lance
their fingers with at night?

"Best year ever!" ~Roo

The girl in front of us in line was diagnosed only 2 months earlier.

Main lodge

Name one thing (anything) that you learned at camp this year.

  Roo: You have to have graduated to work there 
  Pink: Nothing

No scary stories this year.  Last year Pink had a T1D counselor need some help from some Glucagon at some point.  She was fine and I am still confident of the care given at the camp.  They even do night checks on all the campers and T1D counselors (and sometimes nonD counselors - OOPS!)  

One of the cabin areas

really roughin' it

What was your least favorite thing about camp this year?

   Roo: No chocolate

   Pink: The heat

Apparently there are multiple discussions about the regularity of one's bowels. Well, in Roo's circle anyway. Topics include "have you yet", "how many days has it been" and the like.

speech before getting kids back

Would you recommend diabetes camp to other kids with diabetes?

  Roo: It should be mandatory

  Pink: Definitely

diabetes care everywhere
BGs: 402 and 155

The kids come marching down from the cabins chanting (see movie at the end of this post) and give a small presentation on the stage in the above picture.  Pink was looking at her pump during the presentation which is alarming because she doesn't have a CGM so the pump must have been alarming.  Zero units left.  Great - I didn't bring any insulin with me...well, because I'm picking them up from diabetes camp where there's tons of insulin. So I zipped into the med cabin to fill Pink's reservoir and they just tossed me an entire vial of insulin.  Score!  We filled up in the van.

Add'l swag: backpack
towel, water bottle

If you had to choose between diabetes camp and Children with Diabetes Friends for Life conference at Disney World which would you choose?

  Roo: Camp

  Pink: Both c:

This was the first year both girls went the same week.  It takes three times longer to check in two campers as it does one.  It takes four times longer to check out two campers as it does one.


At the end of the parent's speech they shoot off a really loud canon to signal we are ready for the kids.  Here is a video of the campers and counselors marching down to join the parents. This was our third year of camp and I have yet to keep my shit together when all these beauties march by.

More Random

Fasting blood draw for Pink this morning.
Summering girlie is not too excited about getting out of bed, let alone getting out of bed so someone can drain her of blood.

In the car we were discussing the definition of "fasting".  She had a quizzical look about her but we had arrived and we went into the clinic to check in.  As we were walking up to the reception desk she just says "but last night..."  Uhhhhggg!  I had given her some chocolate milk at midnight to boost a BG of 80-something! Luckily we got the OK and went right back. 

Pink definitely does not like blood draws but has always just got it done.  No hand holding or lightheadedness.  She rocked it like always.

We were walking out and she turns and says "I think I might throw up." A quick-walk to the bathroom where she proceeds to heave up nothing.  What the ???

All done and I ask if she can make it home. She nods, stands up, and simply says,

"That was random."

Love this girl!

Ketone Randomness

Checking the sleeping girls around 7:00am before heading to work greeted with 358 from Pink. Crap.  3:00am was a little high but this is not good. Does not feel right. Check for ketones and "Good Morning" this

most likely a failed site

FourDays Trivia:  Roo has never had ketones.

Shoot up Pink with a load of insulin.  New set.  Water.  Call in late to work. Pink back to sleep.

Finally give into d-mama paranoia and break out this:

Have tried to respect

privacy until now.

Too bad, so sad.

     

                   Seriously with this microscrew

               to enter the battery 

this picture would not
move until I called it a
little shit in this caption.

Luckily? computer down so

just purchase this which so generously

comes with its own Phillips microscrewdriver. 

So impressive the sales rep mentioned it twice. 

I thought at the time "uh, OK".

Clearly I misjudged the genius of the sales rep. 

Sorry.

Couple hours later, 238 BG and .4 ketones.  Get Pink out of bed.  Off to work.

Touch base with Pink a couple times.  BG upper 100 to lower 200, ketones hovering around .2.  Had some lunch.  Odd because she usually gets down to zero. 

Then get text:

"..I feel sick"    "As in throw up..."   Now I feel a little sick.  Call to discuss.

BG 92ish, ketones .2.  Eat a few uncovered carbs to get BG up.

Later, BG 154, ketones .4.  Still considered negative but too weird.  Leave work.  Unsettled. 

Change everything out: insulin, reservoir, tubing, set and never before used site.

Just waiting for vomit to join us. Maybe Hoping she's just hungover from 2.0 ketones from morning?

AND. THE. WORLD. STOPS.  Only two ketone strips left!!

like gold
(but more expensive)

they get the job done

Plus a friend's daughter has been very thirsty and peeing and at the doctor right then.  Heard the doctor only took a urine sample and did not draw any blood.  What if I need to rush a ketone strip over and narrowly save this youngin's life that the doctor so foolishly threw aside? (this last sentence is only a dramatization).  Time to break out good ol' reliable and pray they are not expired.

FourDays Trivia: Peeing on a Ketostix, probably the easiest thing about T1D, was the one thing the girls would complain and whine about when first diagnosed.  I think because it was the one thing that had any wiggle room.



This is getting too long with no real point so I'm bailing. <--Now that is some superior blogging right there.

The rest of the evening saw 65, (fyi-survival hunger overrides nauseated), 200, down (please don't vomit), a little up, down, underbolusing, down, pee stick clear, chocolate milk and finally leveling out around 5:30am at 135 with never a vomit spewed.

Love Life

Posted by Roo this past weekend.



"Happiness is all in your head. Love life. Be positive."



Look Who's Still Here

When I was young, or even only younger, I thought I could
So I guess I have a stress limit.  After diagnosis, I learned right away that

I can not structure a coherent sentence.  So I haven't written.  An actual conversation with me will test your patience.

In January, this exploded to new levels.  I don't know have a clue what to do and it has been more frightening than the diabetes diagnoses.  I'm not good with things I can't figure out.  Diabetes comes with instructions, meds, goals, actions that yield results (mostly), allowance of slight denial of the real d-evil* so life can be lived.  This, not so much.  I've enlisted as many resources as possible.  Thanks to those tools, an unbelievably supportive school and the nastiest stubborn streak I have ever produced (which is saying A LOT) we made it to the end of the school year.  It was day by day.  Hell, we've done day by day before, right!  But with this I feel lost and helpless.  We both emotionally collasped when school was finally done for the year.  We had some pretty dark moments.  I'm fucking scared.  She fucking doesn't deserve this!

Now that I'm typing this I can feel I need to type it all out but it is a story I don't feel free to tell in more detail than the post linked above.  My internal it could be worse-count your blessings chant does not have the same impact as usual.  But I know that will turn around.  I have my girls.  I have my job.  I have a place to live, food to eat and insulin.

Also, we are in the middle of that other D thing that has a 90 day waiting period in most states.

Need sleep*.  Yuck.  Sorry* so whiney.

*linked in honor of Pink and her our escape and something we can connect with - I'll take anything

Distractions of a Middle School Lunchroom

for the love of a holy in-range blood glucose reading

please remember to bolus for lunch

next up is food in a
sealed envelope

Eat Your Veggies



My girls will not ingest a single piece of food that is green. 

Except a green M&M. 

I don't know where I went wrong but at some point they just stopped eating vegetables.  So this recipe is perfect to get some protein and veggies into a girl who doesn't like meat or veggies.

This links to the recipe I ripped off. 

Below is the version I make that Roo gobbles up.

What Roo calls Zucchini Patties

Grate 1 cup of zucchini.

fingernails optional

Salt and drain for 30 min to remove excess water

photo bombed by Roo

Rinse and smash 1 can black beans

I love smashing things

Combine:

the zucchini

the smashed beans

1 egg

20 crushed saltines

1/4 cup Mexican shredded cheese blend

2T chili powder

1/4 t cumin

1/4 t salt

I mix it together with my hands like a meatloaf or a salmon/chicken patty. 

Oh - did your mom ever make salmon patties using salmon from a can

where sometimes you saw that spine looking thing?  No?

not dog food

I just form them into patties and fry them in a little olive oil.

Yum!

I eat mine with salsa and sour cream. 

Roo is a ketchup girl. 

Pink opts out.

that's a bread plate
they are about the size of
a small hamburger

I make 5 patties at ~20 carbs each.

A shout out to Roo who is slowly eating more veggies, two bites of sauteed zucchini or roasted or steamed cauliflower or broccoli and cauliflower smothered in cheese sauce or kale chips. 



Bub's Best Bundt

Bigfoot tell make Bub's favorite cake.  So did.  Bigfoot have all the goods.

Baking night
Easy to mix up.  I only have a regular sized Bundt pan.  Don't think I've ever measured up so much brown sugar or cinnamon for one recipe.  Beware children circling, whimpering and howling like dogs waiting for fried bacon. 

Roo: "I've never smelled anything like that!"


In the meantime, double torture for Pink smelling such heaven while fighting a stubborn low.  For 10 hrs 1 hour 15 min and 60+ fast acting carbs: 61, 55, 76, 71, 76, 96, 132.*  Sky high later.

Observations:

• Cake really ginormous, 100 lbs, doughnut shaped, yummiest cinnamon muffin/pumpkin bread-no pumpkin.
• Must get half Bundt pan
• Bake time 55 min
• I spill the powdered sugar every blessed time
• I was not able to wait for cooling.  Had 1/2 piece while warm even though this is the kind best next day.
• Bub's numbers freaky high after eating.  Pink's numbers freaky low while baking.**

Eat test

Roo: non-compliant
Pink:
100 wake out of bed (sounds good but 30 pts down from 2.5hrs earlier when I left for work)
Eat Bub's Best Bundt cake and love + granola bar
108 1 hr pp
136 2 hr pp (6 units iob!)
189 2.5 hr pp

Conclusions
All test subjects have Type 1 Diabetes.
Bolus worthy.

*I know, lots of checks for short period of time.  She kept saying things like "I feel lower."  "I'm dropping again." "Why isn't it coming up?"  The look in her eyes...
**I think she is coming into a period of decreased insulin needs.

Wordless Wednesday: Congruous Packing



1 cardboard box, 1 plastic sleeve, 1 bubble wrap sleeve,
1 ice tube, 1 pillow envelope for 1 box priceless cargo. 



Intractable Thoughts

Friday was such a good day.  Sort of a breakthrough day for some issues around here.  Pink spent the morning at school.  I picked her up at noon, dropped her off at home, told her I would be working late and I would be calling to check in like normal. Off I went to get in some much needed work hours.  I got distracted at work and didn't call until 4:00.

Intractable Thoughts:

huh.  no answer. dial again.  no answer.  come on, come on. I'll wait a few minutes.  probably in the potty. couple minutes. no answer. don't freak-sometimes she can park it in the bathroom as long as the dad. no answer. hanging up before the answering machine can pick so as to have a continuous ring. no answer. again. no answer. dammit. she's so low she doesn't comprehend what the ringing is. no answer. she's passed out. no answer. how long has it been. 15 minutes. shit. there is a reasonable explanation.  then answer the freakin phone.  maybe on computer with loud music.  not logged into facebook.  damn.  no answer.  again.  no answer.  she's been on the floor for hours now because I didn't call earlier to verify a check. time to go. if I don't go, she'll be dead on the floor.  if I do go it'll be OK.  at least it's not snowing.  I've gotta calm down.  breathe in. breathe out.  shit-slow down.  if I kill myself on the highway no one will be home for another couple hours.  I really need to make a if-something-happens-to-mommy document.  please be ok. what would that do to Roo.  what if something happens to one.  how would the other get through that. too dark. she's fine. wonder what the dog is doing if she is in trouble. almost there. review if on floor; frosting in gum, 911 on speaker, glucagon, roll on side, check BG, lock dog in room out of the way. who do I call if...no.  don't hit the garage door with car. why am I pulling into the garage. damn, my legs are wobbly.  in the door. not in main part of house.  Pink? nothing. napping? tired because low?! PINK! omigod, where?! please please no no no. must be in back of the house, turn corner.  hear KPop. shower running.  knock, knock.

"Yeah?" Pink says.

Another One

Roo just told me another child was diagnosed in our school.

GAH!!!

_ _ _ _ _ _ 

(add any and all other expletives here)

That makes 8 in grades 5-12.

EIGHT!

In a town of ~6000.

heartbroken

Intractable

Intractable

Not a word in my every day vocabulary.

But now it will be.

Got My Cray On

Not sure what G Dragon means but for me, I'm gettin' my D-mamma cray-cray on.

WTH, you ask?  Pink is a total K-POPhead.  She is so cute with her 13 year old self.  I suppose I can relate - ie Sean Cassidy (more like 10 y.o. for me!)  Finally giving in, I sat down to check it out with her. The first couple videos were hard to take.  Maybe rethink the bling. Can you say "boy band"? And I don't get into all that look how badass tough I am in any language.  But then she played G Dragon's Crayon. Now I can get behind a good club-like song...and he made me giggle  We watched more. They are so cute! (<--creepy, I know).   Her favorite group is Bing Bang. G Dragon is a member of Big Bang and so is TOP. Hello hotness! (<--getting creepier) I can't stop myself.  Probably late to the game, as always, but hooked!

This TOP video is just scrumptious. (<---all aboard to creepycreepertown).  

So what I thought would be a torturous endeavor in placation ended with my daughter clapping with joy that I could like it, brought me a D-mamma cray-cray anthem, a inappropriate obsession new music genre, and serious eyeliner envy.

Disclaimer: The decision to actually publish this post was made in the fog that is several days of stubborn highs in one and overnight lows in the other.

 

Storage Dreams

Pink had another blood draw :( the other day when we went to see Dr. Feelgood Lookgood GI searching for answers for tummy problems.  We ended up in this little one-off draw room instead of the main lab in the basement.  This blood collector had this awesome organizer on the wall.



I want one.  I think I'd need another row.

Who Cried in the Principle's Office

Me.

It was me.

Crying in the principle's office.

Not 25 27 30 years ago.  Today.

I'm aah-really cool.

Another round of more intense tummy problems for Pink and more school anxiety.  Track started this week for Roo so more frequent night checks with longer wake times and the process of figuring out MDI for track.  An always stressed emotional teeter-totter was groaning and creaking. 

After a long night and morning I went to the school to see what they could offer for Pink.  Mrs. Principle, Mrs. Secretary and a teacher were in the outer office when I walked in.  They all turned and looked at me with those puppy dog sympathy eyes and that started the stress fracture in the teeter-totter.  Mrs. Principle whisked me into her office where she had the audacity to HUG me and all was lost.  On the emotional edge, 3 hours of sleep and someone touching me with support and that damn teeter tottered.  There was never any hope for me once she touched me.  I cried in the principle's office. 

Just one more thing I HATE about this.

Mrs. Principle was, of course, total awesomeness and came up with many options for Pink, we are working with a GI and have a call into a counselor for all three of us.  And tonight I shoved a bunch of carbs down Roo's gullet after track and before dance.  Love a plan.

Wordless Wednesday: All a Bunch of Garbage



12:00am - 1:45am
ETA: yogurt at 2:15 :(



not really Wordless Wednesday: 2:00am Logic

If the juice box straw breaks at 2:00am the logical thing to do is

to get a fork to bust the hole because, after all, the straw is broken

and apparently rendered completely useless even to still stab 

the box open.  Yet you feel like a genius because you didn't

try to cut it open this time, spilling half of it, sugarizing everything.



MUST you break at 2:00am?



Sweet Baby

grown girl

independent full of life

never complaining

the ugly card dealt

responsible

staying healthy

staying safe

never complaining

thousands of pokes

night and day

never complaining

day and night

stealing in the dark

beautiful girl sleeping

hold a hand ready a finger

routine

noooo, mommy

the sound catches my heart

compressed with nostalgia and heartbreak

the voice of a precious

innocent five year old baby

a tired voice

deep from the soul

all trusting with wonder

the protector inflicting

noooo, mommy

petting a troubled brow

gulping tears I'm sorry

shhh, all done

sleep sweet baby

48+ things about me

Cherise at DSMA shared 48 things about herself.

I'm in.

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

not that I know of

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

this morning

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?

sometimes - why is it different on different days?

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?

turkey

5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

yes, two daughters

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?

only if I had the patience to get to know that withdrawn, shy, socially awkward girl

7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?

it depends on the sarcasm radar ability of the audience

8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?

yes

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?

no

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?

tie: frosted mini wheats, peanut butter cap'n crunch

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?

no

12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?

no

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?

pralines and cream

14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

height -if taller than me (I'm a little tall)

whatever is shiniest

15. RED OR PINK?

red

16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?

girth

17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?

my girls as babies

18. WHAT IS THE TECHNIQUE THAT YOU NEED TO WORK ON THE MOST?

hair dying

19. WHAT COLOR SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?

blue

20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?

snap pea with dill dip

21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?

this exact minute, nothing.  OK Go in CD player in car, christmas music probably still in player in house.

22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?

black

23. FAVORITE SMELLS?

bread baking, spring (which is really thawing dirt mixed with warm southern air), the smell that floats in the air after a freshly showered girlie walks by, play-doh

24. HOW IMPORTANT ARE YOUR POLITICAL VIEWS TO YOU?

not as important as my political views are to others

25. MOUNTAIN HIDEAWAY OR BEACH HOUSE?

mountain hideaway (never been to a warm beach :( )

26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?

tennis - roger, rafa = awe and yumminess

27. HAIR COLOR?

dirty blond (not dirty blonde) with natural gray highlights

28. EYE COLOR?

blue

29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?

no

30. FAVORITE FOOD?

PB&J

31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

happy endings (but prefer indies)

32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?

The Fox and the Hound.  truly. (remember my girls are teens) but I was also doing chores so really the last complete movie was The Hobbit.

33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?

blue

34. SUMMER OR WINTER?

summer

35. FAVORITE DESSERT?

baker's square pumpkin pie

36. STRENGTH TRAINING OR CARDIO?

I don't understand the question.

37. COMPUTER OR TELEVISION?

TV

38. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?

a casualty of T1D dx - so for months and months I've been halfway through Think Like a Pancreas, Julia Child My Life in France, two chapters into that latest Evanovich.  just sad.

NEW GOAL:  finish a book, preferably not D related.

39. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?

winnie the pooh

40. FAVORITE SOUND?

quiet giggles you know are about to turn inappropriate

Pink singing in the shower

41. FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC?

from 80s/90s metal/rock/classic rock, to Prince, musical soundtracks and odds, ends, predictable and secrets 

Trivia:
1.  I got to see a tour of Rent with the original Mark and Roger and Mrs. Jefferson who hits that note in Seasons of Love.
2. I once was so close to Steven Tyler I could touch him.  and I did.

42. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?

San Fransisco

43. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?

I can wiggle my ear

44. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

Iowa

45. WHERE ARE YOU LIVING NOW?

Iowa

46. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR HOUSE?

light gray/blue

47. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR CAR?

blue (jeesh - need to turn my color wheel)

48. DO YOU LIKE ANSWERING 48 QUESTIONS?

I enjoyed the time suckage that was #41.

Your turn.

Wanna See Something Ugly?

I can't believe I'm posting this.  Real life right?

Pink's blood sugars for the last two weeks:

That's ugly.

Out of nowhere, Pink's insulin needs skyrocket.  Growth spurt, puberty pogo, pancreas kaput...who knows?  (plus I obviously was slacking as the chart above depicts) Last time this happened I ended up increasing Pink's TDD (total daily dose of insulin) by 30% which was about 9-10 units. 

But it took me FOREVER.

Little by little. Chicken by scaredy-cat chicken day.  

I swore to do better, faster next time.

I've been upping basal for the last few days.  Changing them almost across the board at once instead one by one.  Thinking I'm busting a move all over these highs. So why isn't it working?!

basal patterns started here
(basal insulin works day and night to control blood sugar between meals and during sleep)

 and now we are here

PUH-LEASE!

Do the math and that only adds up to 1.25 more units per day so far.

Must do better.

THIS IS NOT MEDICAL ADVICE. 

DO NOT USE OUR METHODS, NUMBERS OR PATTERNS.

GET YOUR OWN...

FROM YOUR MEDICAL TEAM.