5:28A ~ Alarm goes off. I throw my arm over my head and vow to get up in 15 minutes.
5:42A ~ Get up and get dressed for school. Speech is due today. Put on make-up and curl my hair.
6:15A ~ Finalize my speaking outline and notecards.
6:30A ~ Leave for school.
7:01A ~ Take my seat in class and test my blood sugar, 305, WTF? Oh yeah I had pasta last night. Okay dial up 5.9 units on the pump, and skip the cupcakes being passed around the room. :-(
7:50A ~ Give my speech, it was a success. Test again to be sure I didn't have an adrenaline spike. 229. Good it is coming down.
8:50A ~ Pull through Starbucks, I need a treat for doing so well on my speech, (and for passing on the cupcake.)
9:30A ~ Work
10:40A ~ Input new glucose sensor on my hip. No bleeding, but it hurts like someone is shoving a toothpick in my hip muscle.
12:20P ~ We are celebrating a coworker's birthday, picnic lunch. 87 blood sugar, woo hoo that came down nicely. I give in to the cupcakes.
2:20P ~ 93 post prandial, yay!
Afternoon ~ Watch on the sensor as my blood sugar coasts up to 160 and decides to stay there.
3:30P ~ Take the stairs up to the 6th floor APN office to pick up office supplies. Treat myself to a cookie.
7:04P ~ Sensor beeping, time to calibrate. 187, correct with 1.1u and plan for dinner. We will be having truckey (turkey, Nina style) burgers.
I do not dare try to foreshadow how the rest of the evening will go blood sugar wise, because I will jinx myself.
Look out for a new diabetes post tomorrow about how I like to treat a low.