Say hello to my little friend
Aside from some momentary confusion this morning at 5 a.m. (and really, who isn't confused at that hour?) when I mixed up my regular meter with the CGM, it was a fairly uneventful night. That is, if you don't mind be squawked at several times to check your blood sugar (for the record, one low). My fingers are so sore, I am lucky to be typing this.
But, I am discerning patterns that will need to be addressed, like the fact that I seem to need more insulin at breakfast and lunch and less at dinner.
Tonight, me and my little friend get to track a new trend. Today, after toiling away on the HME Newswire, I will head to a part time retail job, at Borders, where I work most Fridays from 6 until 10 or 11. For those of you who have never worked retail, let me sum it up: on your feet. For 5- fun-filled hours this evening, I will crisscross a huge store, climb stools and ladders and haul books around to be shelved. Oh, and keep my customers happy. In case you are unsure of the relevance here, increased activity = decreased blood sugar levels.
I do the same thing on Saturdays, but for 8 hours. The interesting difference is, it's during the shorter Friday night shift that I tend to go low, usually between 10 and 11 and I don't realize it until it's too late. In fact, I have seen my sugar plunge from well over 200 to 60 in under an hour. Yowza! I'd love to pinpoint where during the shift my blood sugar starts to downshift, although I don't know if one Friday with the CGM will do it. I have to give it back Monday morning. Sniff.
Type 1, 11.5 years