That Time I Didn’t Enjoy my Coffee
I woke up early on Saturday to go to Maine with my parents. I woke up high, had some coffee and we got on the road. I was still high when we got to the house to work. We stopped at Dunks right before getting to the house and I got my favorite: a pumpkin coffee. Now I know that the syrup has sugar in it, but I’ve been bolusing like crazy for them, so I think I have it down. I was still in the 200s though. I bolused for my blood sugar and the coffee and went inside ready to install insulation or hold a ladder while my father put insulation in the ceiling. Instead, we needed to move lumber from in front of a trailer, which is getting moved this week. (Keep in mind I had just given a big ass bolus.) We moved 2-3 pieces (1 piece = 3 boards nailed together) before I had a straight down arrow and already feeling low. I knew that I wasn’t going to last. I had to keep stopping to sip my coffee to ensure I wouldn’t go low. I also set a temp basal knowing it was probably wouldn’t help because the insulin from the past hour was already in my body. I kept a close eye on my Dex, and when it hit 100 I stopped so that I would have at least a little cushion. I didn’t go low, but I certainly felt low. Really low. Before lunch, I think I was back around 180 and trying to bring my numbers back down. It made for an interesting day, and it made my coffee not enjoyable.