Finally, normal BG's - between perimenopause / fighting off a bug / stress from a recent problem with a blog posting at one of the websites I volunteer at - my fasting BG this morning was 5.9 / 106 - better then the last week with over 10 / 180+ readings. Tweak of basal's in my pump - just by 1 1/2 units - makes a HUGE difference. Thank goodness for my insulin pump - aka Salvador Dali's technology and my ability to use him to my best advantage.
It doesn't help that I've not been as active as I usually am - I've been doing more volunteering at some diabetic websites where I help as moderator - so sitting on my buttocks rather then running around like a chicken without my head on. I have my fingers in too many pots when it comes to diabetes - so I'm having to take a breather from one of them - handed in my notice - but so far - the owner of the website doesn't seem to be allowing me to leave my post - and it's volunteer!!! Urrrhhhh. All the emails from other members that I can't leave is very nice and sweet - but still - when volunteer work starts to affect your life both personally and in the work area - that's not good. We are such gluttons for punishment sometimes.
One thing I was amazed at when I was going over my basal rate at the ungodly hour of 02h00 this morning - was I thought I used more insulin during these days - due to the weight gain I've had (I dare not step on the scales - I just know my belly is hanging over my waist band of my jeans - thank goodness for spandex in denim - a girls/guys best friend). It turns out - I'm not using that much more - the only difference is - for corrections of my higher blood sugars - I have been resorting to using my pen needle for larger doses of insulin - but that ony occurred for a few days this week.
The funny thing that had happened last weekend, was I had a bizarre hypo - unexplained - no IOB (insulin on board) - that came out of the blue. It's the first time I've tracked my BG's within a 1/2 hour time frame. I was that puzzled by how I went from 3.5 / 63 - and due to not feeling like myself - tested almost every 10 minutes - and watched my BG go down to 2.1 / 37. It was really freaking - even more so - when I tried to get my hubby to help - and he wasn't able to. Here I was sitting on thekitchen floor, screaming in frustration where to find my spare lancets to see if I was going up as I crammed Dex4 and OJ, and he can't find my hiding spots (I have since told him where ... again). I'm so used to taking care of myself - that it's sometimes hard to let someone else help.
Ahhh, the life of a diabetic - it's such a roller coaster ride at times (I not only like roller coasters - but also tight rope walking as you can see by the picture) - but as I type this out - I'm smiling - since in away - it keeps me on my toes - and ready for the next adventure in life. I have to look upon these things in a humorous way - it's how I deal with my chronic condition.