A Day in the Life of a Diabetic

First I’d like to make it clear - and it’s just a silly thing - but I don’t like to be defined as such - a diabetic. It’s kind of like name calling, and my mother always told me not to do that. But this title just flowed so well, so here goes…

It's Diabetes Blog Week, and today's topic is A Typical Day, or something to that effect. The blogs are all listed here: http://bittersweet-karen.blogspot.com/p/test-page_28.html

It should also be noted that my bg numbers are in mmol (mg in brackets). I'm also a pumper.

Monday comes early.

5:50 am - stumble out of bed, stagger out of the bedroom, turn up heat (what?! this is May, right?), turn on the coffee, let the dogs outside, let the cats out of their cat cave (aka spare bedroom).

6:00 am - Sitting in front of my mini wheats, I do my first test, apparently I'm a little on the low this morning with a 3.4 (61), it has been on the low side for a few mornings now. Thinking there's a trend happening here. I should deal with that, but no time now. Gotta dose. Gotta drive soon. I decide on a combo bolus for my mini wheats, to deliver no insulin right now. I've decided to tell the pump to deliver the insulin in half an hour when I'll be going out the door, and know that my bg's will be on the upswing from my morning breakfast of mini wheats.

6:40 am - Have assembled 2 of the cats, but the one trouble maker of the group is elusive. I manage to grab her, none to gently and hoof her safely back into her cat cave for the day. Fish are fed too.

7:11 - Train is on time and I made it with 2 minutes to spare. I'm tucked into my seat with my book (and anticipating a nap) for the 1 hour and 20 minute ride to the big city. Glad I don't have to drive.

8:40 am - At work. Carrying on with the day. Just the regular routine this morning. Good for a Monday.

10:15 am - Test again. Normal bg. Happy. Back to work. So many mornings I forget this test. But I'm doing pretty good so far. Good numbers give me incentive to test. I hate it when I see the crappy numbers - not only do I feel crappy, I dread the next test.

12:30 pm - Lunch time is a bagel. Bagels do a number to my numbers. I test again. Not too bad. I'm not looking forward to my next test.

3:00 pm - This is an entry where I should have tested to make sure I'm not too high and do the correction bolus. Didn't. Forgot. Again. Crap.

4:45 pm - Heading out the door, with the thought that I really do need to test. I'll do that when I'm on the train.

5:07 pm - On the train with 10 minutes to spare, and early enough to get a seat. I hate standing. And perfect time to test before the crowd arrives. I hate doing tests with curious onlookers (admittedly, most are too involved with their blackberries to notice my clunky little gem). A high number now. 15 (270) is the bad news. Should have had the rye instead of the bagel.

6:45 pm - Home. Greeted by family, tonight is bbq (even if a little chilly), but it's easy. The correction earlier did its job, and now have a perfect bg number with a 5.4 (97). Wow. Feeling good. I still feel good when I get good numbers. Good job!

7:15 pm - Dinner is finished but there's this leftover mother's day Brownie Caramel Cheesecake calling to me. Naturally I rescue it. Dial in my 45 g of carb into the pump, and I'm good to go again. Fingers crossed that the nutrition label is right. I never really trust those things. I swear they under report the number of carbs, but on the other hand, I don't second guess it either.

And now it's 11:30 pm, and wondering what my bg is going to be now.

So, after considering my day, and as much as I'd like to deny the fact that anyone could call me a name - a Diabetic - the truth of the matter is, I don't believe there are many others in this world, those lucky enough to call themselves non-Diabetics, who else define their days around what their bg's are doing that day. So I guess I won't complain about being called that name anymore. It's all in how you frame it.

The good news is that this was a pretty good day for me (save and except for the negligent bagel incident that I didn't deal with), but I'll take what I can get. I say, "Yay me".

P.S. Just tested. 4.1. Don't like going to bed quite that low (worry about those middle of the night lows - among the worst), so will take a sugar tab now.

Signing out.