Diabetes blew up to ten times its normal size.
While skating down a familiar hill on an unfamiliar board, Bubs was thrown against the road by gravity. Bloody abrasions covered all of his joints, the heels of his hands, an entire arm, and one side of his chest.
The crash hurt, and washing the abrasions off hurt even more. It was, reportedly, excruciating. Advil. Gauze pads, Neosporin, and tape. Rest.
Within an hour, Bubs’s blood glucose zoomed up. I thought it could be from fear/the emotional impact of being in an accident, from the stress of being in pain, or that the force of the crash had dislodged the cannula. I did my best to address these issues: insulin, new site, cozy nest on sofa, We Bare Bears, milky tea, dog.
The next morning, we changed the bandages and the wounds looked horrific but significantly less so. Hours, corrections, and sites later, he was still high. We finally thought more basal. 150%. 200%. I tried 300%, but that’s not allowed. I went with 250%. For one hour. For two hours. For five hours. For ten hours. Plus corrections. Plus extra bolus insulin for food. Holy crap. So much insulin.
At last, this morning, he was low. I was thrilled. Low, beautiful low! Juice. End temp basal.
He’s now 87 with a straight arrow. I am so into that. I am relieved. I am elated. Road rash is a beast.
I would very much like myself to remember that a 250% temp basal for 36* or so hours should be in my first aid kit, alongside the Advil, Neosporin, and bandages.
(*Not medical advice to anyone but me.)