But instead I decide to blog. Hey... free therapy, right?
So many things on my mind and I need to just get it out:
-First, thanks for all the sweet comments on my last post. Unfortunately, we don't have family here, but I have had two friends volunteer to come help out around the house. I'd love to get some sleep in during the day, but there is just too much to do...
-Because we put an offer on a house, they countered and we accepted.. YIKES! Now we have two months to sell our place. Have I mentioned that it looks like a land fill threw-up around here lately?
-I did get a bit more sleep last night, although Mattias woke me up at 1:30 am to eat. Fred wasn't in bed yet, and when I looked for him, he was sitting on the sofa folding the laundry (4 baskets full!!!). He had also started the remove some of the clutter from our downstairs area. Crazy man... I love him.
-Elise's BG was 480 at 1:00 am last night. We never see numbers like that. We rarely see numbers above 300, so it freaked me out when Fred told me. She had the same bedtime snack as always, and the same amount of insulin (which sent her low the night before), so I don't know what it could have been. It wasn't a missed low, because she was 200 at bedtime and headed steadily up after that (via the CGM).
-Even though her BG was that high, she had no ketones. Weird.
-After her correction, she woke up this morning at 240. Well, my first check showed 337, so I corrected her for that. Then the CGM asked for a re-check, so when I did I got 245, and 240. UGH!!!
-She went off to school and at 11:00 am, I got a phone call. Her teacher said her CGM was reading HIGH, and a finger check showed 405. HUH?
-After last night's high numbers and today's lunchtime high number, I can only conclude her NPH is bad. This is the first time we've ever had a bad vial of insulin in the 2 1/2 years we've been doing this.
-Have I said thank you enough for your comments and support? They are better than candy... which I have been stress-eating at every opportunity. I blame Target for selling their Valentine's candy at 75% off.
-I am officially going to bed now. Good night.
1 year ago
Sending sleepy thoughts to and for all of you.
ReplyDeleteHugs...
Hope today is a better day. Numbers and all. I hope you sleep fabulously. You deserve it! Xoxo
ReplyDeleteYou had me at "4 baskets full". *LOVE*
ReplyDeleteSo sorry. That's a crappy day. You seem very composed all things considered.
Tomorrow WILL be better.
PS: I should be sleeping too, and not commenting on blogs at the risk my incoherence results in stupid statements.
Congrats on the new house.
ReplyDeleteYou have one awesome hubby and a couple great friends.
I hope a new vial of insulin did the trick.
Now get some sleep woman!!!
CALL ME! Please let me know how I can help. I'd love to come pick up your kids for a playdate so you can either sleep or get stuff done. Or maybe we should do lunch for a free therapy session? Can I bring dinner over? What can I do to help?
ReplyDeleteIt's days like these when I tell my husband I wish I could punch diabetes in the junk!
Hooray for awesome laundry folding husbands! BOO for high BG's!! Poor little girl! They always do come out of nowhere...don't they! I hope a new vial does the trick!
ReplyDeleteHoping you got a full nights rest (knowing that's a dream) but really just a few solid hours is great, right?! I so wish we were closer so I could lend a helping hand. I hope Elise is feeling okay with those nasty numbers and that you're right about the insulin going bad - the only time I've seen #'s like that lately have been either rebound highs or a poorly done carb count (hello guilt!).
ReplyDeleteAnd bravo to your hubby for doing all that laundry, isn't it great to have such helpful husbands? I definitely wouldn't be able to make it without mine!
take care :)
I hope you got some peaceful sleep over there! Good luck w/ everything ... it will work out!!!
ReplyDeleteI am hoping you got some sleep, I should be heading to bed myself right now and I was doing the same thing...blogging!
ReplyDeleteHang in there!
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