Today was weird.
It started off with getting called to the front of a 200-person meeting to participate in Dance Dance Revolution. My coworker won the dance-off, but now the whole office knows who the real #LeftShark from Katy Perry’s SuperBowl halftime show was. (That would be yours truly).
Later I discovered a 300+ blood glucose reading at lunch and a blood test confirmed some ketones. Yikes, considering we had another meeting on the way. No more Dance Dance Revolution for this girl, though! I felt like this lizard that I encountered on a recent trip to Florida, as in Leave me the heck alone, intruders! [in this case, ketones].
I bolused quite a bit and played the “wait it out and let the insulin do its job” game, otherwise known as “patience is a virtue, but it’s really freakin’ difficult when you don’t feel well!”
Trusting in insulin after all of my insulin pump drama in the past has been a challenge for me. I’m still getting accustomed to the idea that when I bolus, insulin generally does something. Before, it was not always the case. Today, it did its thing, although I’m still running too high.
Tomorrow we shall try again. Bring it on.