Yesterday, I graduated!!
My doctor sent me off with her blessings, after I completed the last class. It was exhausting. So much information, tips and rules to learn. I can call Maureen or my doctor’s office if things come up, but I HATE to do that. Not because I’m afraid to bother them, but because I am stubborn and prideful.
If my blood sugars stay high after walking and a lunchtime bonus insulin, I need to call Maureen and find out if I should increase my hourly dose. I was running low yesterday and it was decreased. Now I’m high (Oh, how I wish!). The last couple hours of scrubbing floors should warrant as exercise, as well as this morning’s walk. Right?
Wow. my BS (take that any way you like), is now 113. A good BS to have, but not when you still have 3-units of insulin on board. Since I did the math and the pump matched it, everything should be cool. The problem here is that I am human and how bodies work varies. Today, mine put off using the exercise factor until hours later than normal. Now I must call Maureen and ask her if I need to stop my hourly insulin, while the other gets out of my system.
P.S. Maureen said “yes” stop it for 1/2 hour if I was low again. But I was not. And here I was starting to look forward to that cupcake…