It all started yesterday evening. On the drive home I slipped my hand between my bra strap and my shoulder and felt nothing. That's where I usually keep my Dexcom receiver (I know, crazy, but it works, ok?) My mind began to race. I thought that if it fell out of my place then I would never have another one again. Would I stop feeling my lows again? Would I start mistaking the highs and lows?
The entire evening was off. I checked my blood before supper and I was 10.4 with no explanation. Bolused ate and carried on. Checked before bed and I was 13.6/250. Bolused again, temp basal. Woke up at 1am thirsty and sugar at 15.8/284. At that moment, in my 1am glory of bed head, puffy eyes and cotton mouth I decided to change my infusion site. I methodically unwrapped my little spaceship pressed the injector to my skin on my arm (my arm has the quickest absorption) and tried to inject.
Shit. I forgot to remove the little plastic slip over the needle. I pulled it away from my skin and inspected it the best way my 2am eyes would. I decided it was fine and re injected, sans plastic. Success.
I corrected again, and upped another temp basal. I woke up at my usual time and I was still at 13.5/248. At this point I was ready to tear the pump off and call it a day.
I got to work and saw my dexcom receiver on the floor by my desk. I was so grateful that I immediately whipped out my meter and checked my blood to calibrate. Crap, low battery. I checked and I entered the reading (12.7/229) and it asked me to enter another BG because it was reading WAY off (it was reading 26.8/482). So...I went to check again and the meter yells at me to CHANGE THE BATTERIES NOW. It stomped its stupid foot and wouldn't work.
SO I didn't calibrate. SO I didn't have my meter all day. And the dexcom? LOW BATTERIES. So that vibrated all day and real LOW all day. I was ready to tear my hair out. For real.
I charged everything up and am happy to report I am 5.6/99 after dinner tonight.
I run on batteries. I am not afraid to admit that.