So I’m sitting here at 6:00 pm PST, after getting approximately 10 hours of sleep during the entire weekend, reading through everyone’s “check in” posts… and realize that I haven’t written my own. Problem is… my check in will most likely be tomorrow because that seems to be when I get the most traffic. But – if you were waiting for a post to do so, this would be it, kids.
What the hell am I talking about? This is unofficially D-Blog Check In Day. A day where my following can say “what’s up??! I’m still reading what you write.” And therefore, I write more. Yay? (YAY!) Okay.
Here, I’ll even allow anonymous comments for a day, pending you aren’t trying to improve my SEO or sell me something funky.
Now – originally what I was going to share today was another tale from the dance lessons vs. the CGM files. I know I’m supposed to set a temp basal for my lessons. I get it. But – when I’m hanging out in the 140 range before a lesson that you don’t think will be that intense, why bother? I was wrong on both counts and dropped to 47 mg/dl in 45 minutes. But before that, my CGM alarmed that I was falling slowing to 74. Since I was having accuracy issues with this sensor, I just assumed it was wrong. And I told my instructor that it was wrong… and then somehow proceeded to mentally take an entire lunch order from another instructor. But first, I should check before I operate a vehicle.
I wasn’t safe to drive. My instructor didn’t get her lunch. Sad times.
I treated and rested before my next lesson. (Yeah… I had two… on 5 hours of sleep.) Set a smaller temp basal because I found leftover cake in the fridge from Friday. (That I didn’t get to enjoy then…) Figured I was okay.
CGM started alarming again.
My instructor, being musically inclined, decided to make up lyrics to my CGM hypo alarm and sing them to me. “This Is Jen’s Song,” set to Medtronic’s downward sad scale of doom.
Consequently, the BGs were running quite low all day today. At least twice, I sang the song in my head.
At least someone finds it funny…