View from the top
I’m on my way back down the mountain now. I feel like I got beat-up by a biker gang. Or a group of Russian Sailors. Or a Canadian Ice Hockey team. I’m flushing the ketones out with glass after glass of water.
So with all this wonderfual technology at my disposal how did I get into this predicament? Good question. But it was not an ambush. I was able to watch the train wreck happen in REAL TIME.
I took bolus after bolus after bolus until the ParaPump was nearly dry. Just as I was thinking an ER visit was in my future, the ice broke.
The lesson? Even with the best of gear at our disposal, sometimes diabetes is what it is.