It is seriously scary to realize just how many carbs I ate on Christmas day (the final verdict is more than I normally eat in two and a half days). I just carelinked my pump data. Last year, I just ate and drew more insulin and injected and didn't add everything together at the end of the day. Ah well. It's a good thing it only happens once a year--we had pizza Christmas eve, and lasagna on the day, plus random cookies throughout.
But I've been having a good Christmas. My sister was in from Virginia with her family--a three year old girl and a year old boy, who is a serious Mama's boy. It took a day and a half before he let anyone besides Mama and Daddy even touch him, which Grandma (my Mama) found disturbing. He's at the age of separation anxiety, I guess.
Today, another sister and her husband came into town--we're having our big family thing on Sunday when everyone's here. I am anticipating better sugar levels than Christmas.
Who am I kidding.
I thought I had done so well when two hours after dinner I was back in the 130's, but then it was 10pm, and I was up in the 250s. I corrected, three times (no, I didn't override the bolus wizard, but I was seriously tempted). I woke up on Wednesday at 199.
I'm almost fully recovered at this point. I've been between 78-111 most of the day. My only real issue at this point is that I cut my thumb on broken glass, and it hurts to milk my fingers to warm them up so that I can take my blood sugar. sigh. I can't win.
Right now, in the kitchen, Dad (my dad, not my brother-in-law) is making cookies. I can smell them. I think my sugar level is rising just from the smell.
Happy Holidays . . .