Arrrrghhhh!!! Every once in a while I decide I really do more or less believe that “you can eat anything” business. Yesterday was one. I didn’t really push it that hard. Went to a pub with friends for lunch, and had a cheese & sausage omelet–no harm there–but allowed myself some french fries—about 1/3 of a potato’s worth–with a tbsp or two of ketchup, and–the big extravagance–two glasses of beer. Bolused pretty generously for it, had to guesstimate a bit but not crazy. I didn’t have a slab of chocolate cake with ice cream or anything.
So I spiked up for a while, 234, a bit worse than I expected but I hadn’t been able to pre-bolus so I wasn’t shocked, just did a correction. Then another. Then another… Ever since yesterday afternoon I’ve been correcting and correcting and correcting, and I just CAN’T get it into range even though I haven’t had a single carb since that meal. Pushed it down to 150s at one point last night but then it went ballooning back up to the 190 area at bedtime, 160 this a.m., and 170’s just now as I was setting up for lunch time pre-blousing.
My BGs aren’t usually this stubborn, except every once in a while when they are. I have experienced this before, where it seems to get hung up in the highlands and just will not come down, daring you to do something risky. The meal is long since processed by now, but my BGs are still wandering around up there picking daisies and gazing at the clouds. Which is when the prospect of the rage bolus starts to appear. “I’ve done everything according to the book and you won’t come down! I’ve tried reasoning with you but you JUST WON’T LISTEN! Well we’ll see about that! You think you can resist no matter how many corrections I fire at you? Well try THIS!!!”
Trying to resist that impulse but it’s this kind of thing that makes me squint and look askance when people say that if you have a pump and a CGM and you know your carbs and ratios “you can have anything.” Oh really? Maybe you can, but it’s stuff like this that most of the time makes me say It’s Just Not Worth The Aggravation.
Ok, rant over.