LifeAfterDx--Diabetes Uncensored

A internet journal from one of the first T1 Diabetics to use continuous glucose monitoring. Copyright 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016

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Hi! I’m William “Lee” Dubois (called either Wil or Lee, depending what part of the internet you’re on). I’m a diabetes columnist and the author of four books about diabetes that have collectively won 16 national and international book awards. (Hey, if you can’t brag about yourself on your own blog, where can you??) I have the great good fortune to pen the edgy Dear Abby-style advice column every Saturday at Diabetes Mine; write the Diabetes Simplified column for dLife; and am one of the ShareCare diabetes experts. My work also appears in Diabetic Living and Diabetes Self-Management magazines. In addition to writing, I’ve spent the last half-dozen years running the diabetes education program for a rural non-profit clinic in the mountains of New Mexico. Don’t worry, I’ll get some rest after the cure. LifeAfterDx is my personal home base, where I get to say what and how I feel about diabetes and… you know… life, free from the red pens of editors (all of whom I adore, of course!).

Saturday, February 02, 2013

Another low

Ironically, it’s Ground Hog Day. For real. As in varmint, sun, clouds, winter, and all of that stuff. But I’m thinking more along the lines of the Bill Murray movie by the same name. Remember that one?

What happens?

He lives the same day, over and over and over and over and over again. And nothing ever changes.

The Ground Hog Day low started like the last one, only later in the night. Once again, the low coasted onto the scene. A slow steady drop all night long, the CGM trace finally dipping it’s toe into the cold water of a hypo at a few minutes after five in the morning. The Dexcom woke me with the news.

In the old days (before last week) I would have suspended the pump for fifteen minutes, using a Temp Rate, drunk a half bottle of Dex 4 and rolled over and gone back to sleep.

But once bitten, twice… or perhaps one hundred times… shy. I suspended for an hour and a half and drank the whole bottle. I bet you can guess what happened next.

Right. The fucking Ground Hog does not have diabetes. Nothing ever happens twice the same way with diabetes.

The low promptly reversed. An excursion set in, and my sugar surged 100 points like a freight elevator.

Not that I’m complaining this time. I’ll take an over-corrected hypo over one that won’t turnaround any day. Meanwhile, the sun is up at my house.

I guess that means six more weeks of whacky blood sugars.


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