As the annoying people all around me gleefully sang out with a jingle in their tune and a twinkle in their eye “Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!” I grumbled with a Grinch in my tone and a death defying don’t mess me with me glare in my stare “I hate snow! I hate snow! I hate it everywhere!”
Ah yes, the weather gods did not look down on me favourably today. The white flakes of terror started falling all around me shortly after noon. Just in case you haven’t yet gleaned, I’m not such a huge fan of the snow, never have been really. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I live in B.C. and as beautiful as this province most definitely is, snow falling anywhere away from the mountains is not a beautiful sight. It’s not the fluffy cotton-like snow you’d get in say St. Moritz, but rather it’s a murky brown, slushy, ice-infested, gross, gross, gross snow. And driving in it, well, take it from me, a princess who spends 80 per cent of her days in a car, it’s hell! But I guess on the upside, least I’m not training for a marathon in this.
So you know that stationary bike last night, not only was it super boring, and not only did it make me all pukey feeling, it also managed to bruise my back. I kid you not, my spine in the lower back area is so super tender that driving to work, sitting in my car with my back to my seat, painful.
Another part of me that’s all tender, my fingers … but that’s probably a good thing (finally she stops ranting!) I’ve been testing my blood sugars like crazy this week trying to figure out a pattern or a trend or anything to tell me what the heck is going on with them. I’ve been testing one hour, two hours, three hours, four hours after meals, I’ve been eliminating snacks and testing, I’ve been testing at 1 a.m. and 3 a.m. I’ve been writing the blood sugars down, writing the carbohydrate intake down, writing the calculations for how I (and by I, I mean the super smart wizard in my pump) have determined how much insulin to take. I even increased my basal flow on the weekend from 0.500 units an hour to 0.525 after much trepidation (I always feel a little defeated when I have to increase my insulin dosages, kind of feels like I’m doing something wrong having to take more insulin.) And finally – finally – after a few weeks of struggling, I was so close – sooooo close – to recording a perfect blood sugar day yesterday and today, just one mishap yesterday after the gym, and one today two hours after lunch. I’m on the mend baby! Hopefully 😀
Try using the sides of your fingertips more, and the actual tips of your fingers less. You can get plenty of blood there, and there are fewer nerve endings.
Someone should have told you that a long time ago. A picture of my fingers would look very similar, but the dots would be more spread out.