Today has been a wonderful day.
Last night was pretty horrible. Of course, that was a night I chose not to drink wine! Wouldn't you figure? Emma was playing her dsi when we asked her to cover her dinner. She typed in her meal coverage and went on playing. Luckily, she had her continuous glucose monitor on. She had finally agreed to wear it due to the significant excursions she has been having with her sugars lately. So, when we went to bed, she was 390 or something like that, but she had 2 arrows going down meaning that she was falling pretty rapidly. OK, I expected that because she had covered her dinner. 5 minutes later, she was alarming because her fall rate was too rapid. I looked at her sugar, and it was 190. 10 minutes later, she was drenched in sweat, twitchy, and dropped to 80. In the meantime, I had given her 3 juices, 2 cookies, 2 tablespoons of peanut butter, and 2 teaspoons of pure sugar. She felt like she was going to vomit (duh), but we had to keep feeding her. Good news - the whole thing only lasted about 30 minutes. Bad news - it always seems to last 6! So, she finally got her sugar under control and drifted off to sleep. Of course, this was after we had some VERY strong words with her about responsibility for her sugars and NOT playing her dsi when calculating her insulin dose. Phil and I were so wired that we stayed up another 2 hours watching her for any twitches. I have to say, THANK GOD for CGMs!!!! I have no doubt that last night would have been a full fledged seizure if her CGM hadn't alerted us to her fall rate. If you know anyone with a pump whose sugars are a little crazy, PLEASE tell them to get one of those things. All's well that ends well, but I felt like I was due for a nice day.
But, today was a good day. I'm finally feeling better after a week of some weird virus. I had a nice day in clinic today because I got to do my bioidentical hormone replacement. I got my (ever so irritating) soccer practice time moved to Mondays instead of Friday evenings. My dad is sick, but not sick enough to be in the hospital. AND, Phil and I get to go out and see a band at a local restaurant/bar tonight with some friends. The weather is wonderful. Birds are chirping, it's 70 degrees, and the sun is out. I drove around today with my top down and my hair blowing in the wind with my ipod blaring everything from Taylor Swift to Nine Inch Nails..Psychedelic Furs to Rage against the Machine. It was a blast! When I got home, we decided to go for a bike ride with our little bug, Leejay. (Emma is en route to Seven Springs to go play with the ski bunnies this weekend).
Now, I haven't been on a bike for about two years. Phil wanted to go biking on the farm, but I was a little dubious. We settled on going to the neighborhood next to our farm and riding on the paved roads there. Lee was doing great - pumping his little six year old legs up the hills better than my thirty-something legs were doing. It was a wonderful, relaxing afternoon.
"So," you are wondering, "why the title of the blog?"
All my life, I've been an overachiever. Those of you who know me can attest to this. I've never wanted to do anything that I'm not going to be good at. It's a fatal flaw and it has kept me from trying new things. I strive to be the best and to always be at the front of the pack. ( My poor daughter has inherited this trait from me, and I'm working really hard with her to help her overcome it. Seems to be working a little bit - she's skiing after all! )
So, today, here I was riding a bike for the first time in a long while and feeling somewhat nervous about it. Going up one hill, I fell behind my boys and ended up watching them going up the slope. Lee was starting to give up (he, unfortunately, did not inherit that tenacity from me that Emma did :-) ), and I saw Phil say some encouraging words to him. He doubled his efforts and ended up making it up the slope. I was grinning from ear to ear watching my boys biking together with a gentle breeze blowing through my hair and the sun shining on us all. For the first time in my life, I was glad to be bringing up the rear! I'll be last in line in everything if it means being able to watch interchanges like that!
Never fear, I'll always remain an overachiever! But, given the stress we have with Emma's sugars on a day to day basis combined with daily life, work, farming, etc....it was nice to finally just take the back seat and enjoy watching my family enjoy each other. Can't wait for Emma to get home so we can let her in on the fun!
Dr. Mindy
Last night was pretty horrible. Of course, that was a night I chose not to drink wine! Wouldn't you figure? Emma was playing her dsi when we asked her to cover her dinner. She typed in her meal coverage and went on playing. Luckily, she had her continuous glucose monitor on. She had finally agreed to wear it due to the significant excursions she has been having with her sugars lately. So, when we went to bed, she was 390 or something like that, but she had 2 arrows going down meaning that she was falling pretty rapidly. OK, I expected that because she had covered her dinner. 5 minutes later, she was alarming because her fall rate was too rapid. I looked at her sugar, and it was 190. 10 minutes later, she was drenched in sweat, twitchy, and dropped to 80. In the meantime, I had given her 3 juices, 2 cookies, 2 tablespoons of peanut butter, and 2 teaspoons of pure sugar. She felt like she was going to vomit (duh), but we had to keep feeding her. Good news - the whole thing only lasted about 30 minutes. Bad news - it always seems to last 6! So, she finally got her sugar under control and drifted off to sleep. Of course, this was after we had some VERY strong words with her about responsibility for her sugars and NOT playing her dsi when calculating her insulin dose. Phil and I were so wired that we stayed up another 2 hours watching her for any twitches. I have to say, THANK GOD for CGMs!!!! I have no doubt that last night would have been a full fledged seizure if her CGM hadn't alerted us to her fall rate. If you know anyone with a pump whose sugars are a little crazy, PLEASE tell them to get one of those things. All's well that ends well, but I felt like I was due for a nice day.
But, today was a good day. I'm finally feeling better after a week of some weird virus. I had a nice day in clinic today because I got to do my bioidentical hormone replacement. I got my (ever so irritating) soccer practice time moved to Mondays instead of Friday evenings. My dad is sick, but not sick enough to be in the hospital. AND, Phil and I get to go out and see a band at a local restaurant/bar tonight with some friends. The weather is wonderful. Birds are chirping, it's 70 degrees, and the sun is out. I drove around today with my top down and my hair blowing in the wind with my ipod blaring everything from Taylor Swift to Nine Inch Nails..Psychedelic Furs to Rage against the Machine. It was a blast! When I got home, we decided to go for a bike ride with our little bug, Leejay. (Emma is en route to Seven Springs to go play with the ski bunnies this weekend).
Now, I haven't been on a bike for about two years. Phil wanted to go biking on the farm, but I was a little dubious. We settled on going to the neighborhood next to our farm and riding on the paved roads there. Lee was doing great - pumping his little six year old legs up the hills better than my thirty-something legs were doing. It was a wonderful, relaxing afternoon.
"So," you are wondering, "why the title of the blog?"
All my life, I've been an overachiever. Those of you who know me can attest to this. I've never wanted to do anything that I'm not going to be good at. It's a fatal flaw and it has kept me from trying new things. I strive to be the best and to always be at the front of the pack. ( My poor daughter has inherited this trait from me, and I'm working really hard with her to help her overcome it. Seems to be working a little bit - she's skiing after all! )
So, today, here I was riding a bike for the first time in a long while and feeling somewhat nervous about it. Going up one hill, I fell behind my boys and ended up watching them going up the slope. Lee was starting to give up (he, unfortunately, did not inherit that tenacity from me that Emma did :-) ), and I saw Phil say some encouraging words to him. He doubled his efforts and ended up making it up the slope. I was grinning from ear to ear watching my boys biking together with a gentle breeze blowing through my hair and the sun shining on us all. For the first time in my life, I was glad to be bringing up the rear! I'll be last in line in everything if it means being able to watch interchanges like that!
Never fear, I'll always remain an overachiever! But, given the stress we have with Emma's sugars on a day to day basis combined with daily life, work, farming, etc....it was nice to finally just take the back seat and enjoy watching my family enjoy each other. Can't wait for Emma to get home so we can let her in on the fun!
Dr. Mindy
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