Brain-twister. Difficult puzzle out because Bigfoot so tired or because the science is complex or because diabetes is very bad.
Lucky part: Season Six Mad Men on Netflix.
10PM fell asleep. 110-ish w. straight arrow.
1:30AM Zzzt Zzzt HIGH. Dexcom 245. Stumble into dark room. Step barefoot on Lego. Test result: 346. Check again, make sure. 337. Turn on light. Step on well-lit Lego. Giant correction with syringe. Kachunk on new site. Fill cannula.
Examine old site for clue. Not inflamed. Try peel off old site to avoid situation of child wakes up when sleep-hand sleep-feels site sans pump & sleep-panics. My pump! Can’t grip site tape. Pinch skin/wake child.
Hrrrrhn. Can I please go back to sleep? You broke my Lego catapult. It took me three hours to build. Can you please leave me alone now and turn off the light?
Allot syringed correction two Mad Mens to work (1.5 hours). 3:30AM-ish Retest. Down to 212. Graciously give syringed correction one additional Mad Men, please finish your spectacular work. 4:15AM-ish 243. WHAT.
New site bad too? New site just acclimating? Bubbles in tubing maybe? Insulin bad, but not all bad, only bad splotches? Bigfoot too zonked make whole new cartridge so decide: additional unit via syringe + one more Mad Men + hope Dexcom synch up w. itself so no need exit cozy bed cocoon again. Every five minutes pick up Dex and see ??? or hourglass, Sigh. Hourglass seems more dire/hopeless than crossed-off martini glass.
5AM Dex not back. Bigfoot alert enough notice hourglass and feel sad, but not alert enough to remember very specific reason for stay awake, i.e. determine YES NO is child’s blood sugar going down. Fell asleep as Mad Men credits roll. Approx. 6AM.
Dreamed-looked at Dexcom. Symbol not hourglass, martini, or ???, instead yellow bulldozer icon, pixelly as Pacman, and then dream-committed look up meaning of bulldozer in official Dexcom user guide. And then spouse alarm clock begin family’s day.
Breakfast, school drop off, walk dog, work until 11AM, and then, as if sent by an angel, work site broke, requires tech guru and tech guru @meeting until late afternoon. Obvious next step: grab nap. Wrap up in delicious wool blanket, and close eyes, and then phone vibrate. School nurse.
10am Bubs felt low. 63. Had glucose tabs. Retested 64, with a 57 & arrow down on Dexcom. Juice. Retested. 119. Went to recess. Left recess feeling low. 64 again. Juice…etc.
Remember Starch Madness? W. haunting phrase “unsolicited glucose dump from your liver”? Think maybe liver glucose storage closet dump out all night, now same stupid liver hog up all available glucose, none left in blood? Liver miser—save, save, save never use, then manic bender @worst possible time.