For most of September, things were pretty normal. Blood sugars were fine, no big problems one way or the other. I went to work, went to class, hung out with friends, watched TV, the usual.
Then for some reason, in this past week, things went to hell. I rode high for most of Monday and Tuesday, and I finally settled on a 160% basal rate to get things under control. That’s pretty intense.
I’m not sure exactly what happened in my body to warrant that much insulin. Probably a combination of stress due to massive meetings at work, pre-period insulin resistance, trying to heal some bruises from moving bookshelves, and fighting off a cold. Any one of those things I can handle easily by itself. But all 4 together makes for quite the control nightmare.
I finally got some decent sleep last night, and my cold seems to be going away, so I’m down to a 140% rate. I may even lower it more as the weekend (and the fun) arrives.
It is weeks like this that make me really hate having diabetes. No matter what, I cannot take a break. Even if things are under control, life can take things on a random turn that throws things off course. All I can do is adapt, deal with it, and keep a positive attitude.