HIGH

I admit it.
I was getting a little too comfortable.

A little too cocky.

A little too big for my britches.

 

Ella's numbers had been cooperating. I think I actually said to Domestic Divo:

 

Huh. Weird. I don't think I've seen a number above 200 in a few days.

 

Then, last night, after a party full of carbs & cake, Ella was 148 at 9:00pm and I think I actually said to Domestic Divo:

 

Yeay. We rocked that one.

 

Then, at 11:00pm the madness started:

 

Omnipod said HIGH for the first time since diagnosis.

 

Well, hello there.

 

The accu-check gave us a number we could actually work with:

 

477

 

Now since this pod had been working beautifully for the past 2 day, I chalked it up to

 

WTH???

 

and gave her an injection because she comes down quicker at night if I do an injection.

 

The rest of the night went like this:

 

1:00am: 299. Sweet. Another injection.

 

3:00am: 139. Sweet. Let it Ride

 

6:00am: 63. I'll take it. Pod MUST be working...a little too good...toss her a roll of smarties.

 

7:30am:  201. Hmmmm.... one roll of smarties shouldn't have brought her up THAT much.

 

Breakfast. Bolus.

 

9:13am: 305. Yeah....I think it's time to wave the white flag and do a pod change.

 

9:30am:  POD CHANGE

 

The rest of the day went like this:

 

 

I mean, really, have you ever seen such AWESOME numbers?

 

The 422 at 1:47pm I chalked up to:

 

Well, we MUST have accidentally been given the full sugar snow cone instead of the sugar free snow cone.

 

As obviously evidenced by the 370 a mere 1 hour later.

 

The correction MUST be working. This pod MUST WORK.

 

So imagine my surprise when, 2 hours post correction, she was back up to 436.

 

Again, I waved the white flag and admitted defeat. I told Ella we needed to do another pod change. She protested. I told her it was either a pod change or a Lantus injection. That seemed to work because she said:

 

POD Change. I will not Lantus Win!!

 

She hates Lantus.

 

And now, at 7:00pm, she's down to 330.

 

I never thought I'd be so happy to see 330.

 

Please let this pod change work.

 

I promise to never get cocky again.

I promise to never get too big for my britches again.

I promise that, despite a few good days of blood sugars, I will not forget that I am not the one in charge.

I promise to never forget that the second I do forget, diabetes will remind me by giving me this:

 

And I promise to remember to not beat myself up because...