Brain. No. Work.

I tried to write a nice sounding post, but the events of which I’m writing about have made me so tired that I sound like a robot.  So here we go.

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  Defective Tubing

  Yesterday was a pump site change day. 

• Around 2:00 I felt a little thirsty and was 414.
• I changed it again and bolused.
• I left to pick up the kids, but accidentally left my meter at home.
• We stopped for dinner because there was so much traffic.  I ate because I felt better.
• When we finally got home I was 397.
• When I was 457 I took a shot, tested ketones (moderate) and changed everything again.
• When I was 385 at 11:45, I bolused again, but pleased it was at least on it’s way down.
• Before bed I was 383, and I was about to change things again when I got dripped on from my pump.
• After further investigation, I realized there was a crack in the tubing.
•  I called Animas (because clearly 1AM is the time to do this) and they’re sending me new sites.
• Today I woke up at 167 and I need a coffee IV.