After a few days of rest, I feel better, and my brain seems to be functioning. My training is scheduled for this afternoon, and I have been going over the to-do list. I finally weighed myself, and it was as bad as I thought. Good thing only my pancreas needs to know.
I got all my homework done. Now all I have to do is get more nervous than I already am. I may have mentioned before that I hated change. Especially life-as-I-know-it changes, such as going bionic. That is the company’s catchphrase: Go Bionic! Like it’s going to be fun.
It is overwhelmingly not fun. The bionic pancreas (hereafter referred to as the ‘device’) is in its learning mode. For the first 2-3 weeks, it analyzes my daily patterns of carb intake and meal timing. I need to follow rules to help the device learn. If my blood sugar gets too low, I am alerted by the device to treat this condition. Not a biggie – my glucose monitor alarms when I’m going low, so I am used to alarms going off. The difference is that the new device has a bunch of rules about how I am to treat the low, so I don’t over-treat and make the sugars go way high.
I don’t know how this device is going to learn something in 2-3 weeks that I have been trying to learn for years. Sometimes the sugars go WAY UP even when I conservatively treat them by the book. When the sugar is too high, I need insulin. 9 times out of 10, the high would respond, then end up dumping me into another low. Up, Down, Up, Down, repeat. All day and night long. I am exhausted most of the time. And I look it.
In a semi-perfect world, my bionic pancreas will keep my sugars more balanced and longer in the range they are supposed to be in. This will not cure my T1 Diabetes, but it should help a lot.
To be continued…
