Appropriately, I had a work “meet & greet” event last night that occurred over dinnertime. Random “finger foods” and appetizers were served like egg rolls, pot-stickers, chicken fingers, cheese, crackers, fruit, cookies, brownies, jalapeno poppers, etc. Pretty much a smörgåsbord of “guess how many carbs are in THIS??” nightmare. Luckily, there was also wine on hand, and my sugars stayed amazingly level, even amidst the stress of meeting executives that could someday decide my employment fate.
As for “awareness” for today….taking some more liberties here with this prompt. It made me think of the awareness that my husband has of my diabetes…or the lack thereof in some areas of my diabetes care.
Now, my husband knows what a low looks/sounds like. The only time I’ve EVER had someone call 911 for me was when he and I were first dating, we were out on a walk after dinner (it was in the BCGM days – before continuous glucose meter), and I crashed and passed out on a stranger’s lawn. He was a trooper through that….and continued to date and eventually marry me – such a keeper.
But as far as all my testing, pump site change-out, CGM sensor supplies, what I use to do what, etc….he’s never been much involved with that. I mean, why should he? I’m the one in charge day-to-day of poking, prodding, and inserting medical devices into my body, and I tend to do a lot of site changes and CGM sensor change-outs when he’s not even around, so he really doesn’t see it much.
Last night, we were upstairs watching How I Met Your Mother (catching up at last on season 8 so we can get to season 9 and finally find out who the heck she is), and we had about 30 minutes before bedtime. My pump was vibrating it’s “Low Reservoir” alarm – 10 units wouldn’t get me through my basal rate overnight. I would need to change out my set before bedtime, but I was too lazy to go downstairs and get my supplies, and I’d be half asleep once we finished TV. He offered to go get the “stuff” for me, so I gave him the vague directive of, “Under my sink, in the plastic drawer, I need an infusion set and insulin cartridge, and the black bag on top of the drawers.” Here was what he saw:
He brought me the black zipper case/bag that contains my open insulin, set holder, and various pump accoutrements = score 1 point! He brought me an infusion set = score 2 points! And brought me a sensor set for my Dexcom CGM, saying as he handed it to me, “This isn’t the right one, is it?” To his credit, I only had a couple of reservoirs left, and they were obviously hiding in this messy drawer that is pretty much as unorganized as I get. He re-confirmed with me that it would be a “cylinder-looking thing” and then successfully found it and brought it up to me. I love my husband. And lots of times, he’s more aware than I give him credit for.