No football, I promise, other than to comment that there have been some pretty serious injuries in the last couple of weeks at both the pro and collegiate level. It’ll be interesting to see the fallout over the next couple of seasons at the secondary school level.
Remember how I said last week that I wasn’t the primary driver, and barely drove on the way up to Ohio? I ended up driving about 80% of the way home Monday. That should teach me. It probably won’t, but it should. It was a fine drive home, but that meant I didn’t get any writing done, because when I took a break and let Diana drive, I was too tired to focus on writing. That might have had something to do with our 0630 Eastern Time departure.
The animals were very glad to see us, even though we had a couple of family friends staying over and checking on them.
Monday night I got a notice from Tandem that they’d updated the list of phones authorized for mobile bolus. I was very pleased to find my S 21+ on the list, and quickly updated the Tandem app. I did about half a dozen in the first couple of days because it was really cool to be able to. But honestly, I don’t expect to use it that much. It’s just as easy to pull the pump out of the case and bolus as it is to pull my phone out of my pocket. The only thing I don’t really like about the process is that when I do my security pattern to release the bolus, the pattern stays on the screen, instead of disappearing like it does on the actual unlock screen.
Friday, Twitter blew up with a pretty creepy report about a Baptist church in South Carolina. The youth pastor handed out stickers that said, “I <3 Hot Youth Pastors.” The church mentioned in an email that they’d already spoken to him and that he realized it was in poor taste, or some such. Why didn’t he realize that before he got or made the stickers and handed them out to 14-year-old girls? Was their youth pastor completely unaware of the sexual abuse history of the Southern Baptist Conference? There was more than a little news coverage recently, what with the Department of Justice opening an investigation. Did he miss all of that?
Looking Back
According to FB Memories, Friday was also the two-year anniversary of my almost-catastrophic blood sugar crash. Looking back, I see I never posted about it. I had COVID, and my major symptoms were exhaustion and a loss of appetite. Back then, I was getting my insulin via pen injections, and I was taking the same amount of insulin at every meal. That’s a terrible idea, by the way, unless you’re eating the same amount of carbs at every meal. Most people don’t do that, of course.
At any rate, I’d been adjusting my insulin a little bit based on what I was eating, and that night, I only planned on eating one piece of chicken pot pie. I ended up not even finishing that piece, didn’t snack much after that, and headed to bed.
Some time around 0200, my wife woke up because I was snoring so loudly. That meant I’d taken my CPAP mask off. As she’s trying to wake me up, she realizes my side of the bed is soaked, and I’m really sweaty. That usually only happens when I crash, so she hopped up and started trying to wake me up. It wasn’t happening. She got my blood sugar meter (I wasn’t on CGM or pump back then), checked it, and the meter said 20.
That’s low.
“That can’t be right,” she thought, and checked it again. The meter just said, “LO,” meaning it was below 20.
She gave me two glucagon injections because the syringes were out of date, and she didn’t know how fast I was supposed to respond. The paramedics eventually arrived and kind of teased her about giving me both injections.
Because we live out in the country, she had to give directions to the 911 dispatcher. The first-due EMS station is technically in Wagoner, 11 miles from our house, because we’re in Wagoner County. Muskogee County has a closer station, just 7 miles away, but Wagoner got the call. But we’ve got a great volunteer fire department as well as an on-the-ball sheriff’s office, so by the time the paramedics arrived, we also had a couple of firefighters and sheriff’s deputies here, ready to help in any way they could. I ended up declining transportation because my numbers were coming up nicely.
Diana settled us both in on the couch (since the bed really was soaked), and checked my blood sugar every hour or so the rest of the night.
Fun times.
I like to think the alarms on my pump and the Dexcom app on my phone would wake us both up before I get that low again.
Writing
Barely over 100 words written on Ghost this week. Part of that was travel, and part of that was a busy schedule for the rest of the week. I’m having a little trouble picking out the best way to continue the current scene, too. We’ll see what this week brings.
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