The shape of stupidity
I run my hands under my sheet until I find the box. Pressing the two outside buttons at the same time lights up my 6 hour screen with a blue-green glow. The SG plot looks like a glacier cut valley, soft and round like a very flat “u.”
The peak on the left side, at bed time, was the result of two many pieces of Deb’s famous home made pizza. Crust from scratch. Alfredo sauce. Bits of soft tender streak, vine ripe organic tomatoes, bell pepper and red onion. Baby swiss and mozzarella cheese, just barely turning brown. Oh my God…
I took 11 units of Humalog for an estimated 110 carbs. It wasn’t nearly enough. At bed time I took 6 more units as I topped 400 and my Guardian cheerfully advised me that my SG was “above 400.”
My stupid fault.
But why the mystery nocturnal rise? The correction got me down into the 180s. I stayed there for hours and then started to climb. Way too many hours later to be the second-stage surge in carbs from the fat-delay of pizza.
Nagging thought……did I? Could I? Surely I didn’t?
Did I forget to take my basal shot of Levemir at bed time?
I clearly remember taking the correction. But the daily shot…. Hard to remember if you remembered to do something you do all the time. Or are supposed to do all the time. Takes 30 days to develop a habit, good or bad. This is day four on shots.
If I did forget, my between meal numbers today will be bad. But if I take a half shot now, and I DID take my shot last night It’ll be hypo city today. Better to run high and safe for one day.
But this is for sure, I damn well won’t forget tonight.