We noticed a pattern of postprandial spikes, and so the breakfast I:C went from 1:10 to 1:7. Okay. Breathe. Initially it seemed like a danger-huge wad of insulin, but we got used to it. Then the new, big dose stopped working.
It stopped working and every day saw a pp spike of 200+, sometimes even up to 300. Requiring a huge wad of correction. Come on. And the school schedule is such that the spike occurs on the daily during math. People really need to be able to focus in math. This is a problem.
So today, after all those yucky spikes, we booped the breakfast I:C up to 1:5.
<—-this is the result of 1:5. I guess I’ll dial it back to 1:6? Or scurry back to 1:7? Or?
There’s way too much math in this house. On one hand, we have the simple (but complicated) math of insulin (make a simple carb ratio and massage it with one thousand squishy Adam Brown factors), and hope to not make someone completely ill.
On the other hand, 8th grade math. I have no idea what any of it means in terms of teddy bears on a see-saw or slices of pie, but it is simple, once you know the rules. Deeply simple. And if you follow the rules, you get the right answer. Which is lovely. But ultimately hollow.
Oh, if only the d-math could be harder, and then work out, like 8th grade math. This whole thing is like trying to make friends with an angry llama using nothing but an old tricycle horn and some candy corn.