Not much of an update today. I spent most of the day grumbling about a sore wrist and high BGs from the steroid.
I didn't particularly feel like giving my meter the satisfaction of taking pictures of it when it gave me such unpleasant #s, so here's a pic of the offending wrist instead:
Today was an exciting day for me! I visited the hand surgeon, who confirmed that the trigger thumb on my right hand has responded very well to the steroid injection I had in June. So well, in fact, that she's no longer recommending surgery :-D.
I also was lucky enough to talk to her about my left wrist. My GP dx'd my wrist with De Quervain's syndrome in September, and recommended ice and rest. No improvement there, so today's photo is the prep for the steroid injection I had in my left wrist:
I've got a few daily photo posts to catch up on, but want to take a moment to acknowledge the day. Hoping everyone had a safe and healthy WDD2018.
The last few days have been busy! Baby and I have been out to all sorts of appointments this week. Methinks a carb ratio change is in order, as breakfast left me low and unable to drive for 3 days this week.
So we sit, patiently waiting for the juice to kick in.
It's late and I'm tired, so have a #bgnow, courtesy of my METER BG NOW alarm:
Good enough for overnight
A little bit late, but here's today's photo. I found this when changing my infusion site. I guess this explains why it hurt to bolus...
Today's photo is about hopefully learning from yesterday's not-bolusing mistakes:
That, in case you can't tell, is a new batch of brownies that are alllllmost done. I promised myself I'll remember to pre-bolus this time ;-).
Today is the first day of November, Diabetes Month. To highlight the ups and downs (lol) of living with diabetes, I'm participating in the daily photo challenge. Check out http://makediabetesvisible.com/ for more info.
For day 1:
Husband and I went out for a wonderful dinner at a friend's place. I bolused for dinner, everything was fine... then came dessert. Forgetting to bolus for a dessert brownie left me here:
6 unopened vials of Humalog. 2 unopened Humalog Kwikpens. 5 unopened Humalog penfills. 4 unopened Levemir penfills.
All of this went in the garbage today, the result of losing power and having all of my backup insulin hit room temperature in the tornado that hit my city a few weeks ago.
So many people lost so much. People lost their homes, their furniture and belongings. I am very thankful that my insurance plan covers 90% of the cost of insulin. I can restock my backup supply, and I feel so fortunate to be able to do that. My home, my family, my loved ones are all safe, and I won't be left struggling to pay for replacement bottles of this lifesaving drug. Just feeling grateful today.
It's been a long while, actually. 25 years to be exact.
I imagined I would spend this day just as I spend it every other year: angry, mostly, with a lot of sadness built in. Boy, was I pleasantly surprised.
I spent the day landscaping the front yard with the Hubs. It was almost 40° out, so a few hours out in the sweltering heat was pretty unpleasant.
The rest of my day was spent hanging out with my little guy. He turned 4 months old today!
I'm learning that it's hard to find time or motivation to be angry about something you can't change when you're at the centre of the world for this tiny, cuddly little boy who loves you so much and lights up every time you walk in the room. In a small(er than before) way I'm still devastated about my initial diagnosis, but today it seems like those feelings pale in comparison to the way I feel when I hang out with Husband and baby and remember that we made this family. I am so, so proud to have made it this far surrounded by so, so much love.