Over the weekend I did a “test drive” of my insulin pump with saline water. And early this morning the real ‘juice’ went into my body. No more needles stuck every few hours into my stomach, but a stick-on cannulae, which can stay there for 2 to 3 days.
My diabetes specialist [Dr #1] had figured out the amount of insulin I need during the day, from the lists I left with her the week before. The basal [24 hour] intake was set on 3 mmol/L, and the bolus on 15 mmol/L. But the last also has to do with what I’ll eat, so it can go up or down. The pump warns me when I need to check my blood-glucose again after 2 hours, just to see if all went okay. The BG-meter connects wireless with the pump so when the glucose levels are too low, it stops sending insulin to the body, something that can come in handy during the night. Normally when I have a hypo [too low blood-sugar level] I wake up with a cramped stomach, luckily it doesn’t happen often, same goes for a hyper [too high BG level].
Later tonite another specialist [Dr #2] will call me to hear if I’m okay, and tomorrow morning the diabetes specialist will do the same. For the next 10 days, or when all goes well a shorter period, they keep this check-up routine. In case of emergency, I’ve got a list of things to do or not to do, including their cell numbers so I can reach them.
This is amazing. I hope you settle into this new system easily and without a problem. What a change to your quality of life.
You gotta love modern medicine. Just thank God that you weren’t born 100 years ago.
Take care.
mark
Hope all goes well, but it a little tweaking is necessary, I am sure you will know what to do. Take care my friend.
Your pump sounds so much more advanced than the one my ex had (9 years ago – wow it has been a long time ;( ).
Guys, I never had such low read-outs, and it’s been only day one. Last night, at 10.30 when Dr #2 called, it felt like he tucked me in, while it was the other way around [he went to bed, I stayed up another few hours]. A comforting thought I could call him in case my slumber would turn into a nightmare. Dr #1 will call in 30 minutes to hear how it all went and what I had for breakfast. Better start eating
Oh, Peter, this just makes me hurt. I struggle for words of wisdom, then I decide not to work that hard, because wisdom (if I had any) wouldn’t change your glucose readings. So instead I’ll speak to something else: never indulge in self-destruction because you’re Gay.
You are a magnificent friend to me. You have a worldwide audience. People love you, and in everything you must love yourself.
If you do this – and I’m frankly doubtful, mister, ’cause I know how you are – you’ll come to your own words of wisdom.
Homophobic shame is entirely wrong, and in my latest/greatest version of The Book, I try to say why. I may not uncover the nuggets you need, the One True Thing that will change your mind, but change your mind anyway. It’s all a pack of lies, Peter. You are one of the great ones.
Let that be your guide; a million friends can’t be wrong. Take in the data: if the world says you’re okay, then you are.
Also this: don’t you ever screw it up with impulsive choices. Every one of those clicks you count will be angry about that thing you ate if it wasn’t right for you. We don’t care about your weight, but your health.
We like our Peter fix, like you might lust after chocolate.
So take it easy, buddy. Be strict if that’s what your regime calls for. Follow instructions exactly, so you can keep supplying your worldwide audience with blessings from Peter every day.
That’s why Gay guys are here; you’re so good to doggies the rest of us fall in love.
My glucose readings are still perfect and in sync with what the doctors ordered. And yes, I did have some chocolate today, just a small piece, I’ve to watch my weight and figure too.
In the mean time I feel good, and that’s the main thing.
That’s very good to hear, Peter!