My endo isn't a fan of my diabetes shenanigans.
When settings are off I find my own way to deal with the problem.
Breakfast spike? I add an extra 20 carbs to the breakfast pre-bolus. My endo says, "Change the ratios and let the pump do the work for you."
I say. "Why fix it if it isn't broken? Besides, on the weekends I add 30."
Post lunchtime lows?
I just deduct 15 carbs from the total carbs consumed to counteract the energy exerted on the playground.
My endo says, "Change the lunchtime ratios."
I say. "I don't do this for the weekends. It's so easy to do. Why make changes?"
Nighttime ratios off? I compensate.
I would add a bit to the insulin dose for corrections at night for B. I would take off A LOT for L. J needed a smidge less...
My swelly brain's totally got this...
But something magical happened last week. (Insert thought bubble over my head complete with pictures of unicorns, rainbows and sparkly glitter raining down...and a cupcake...just because.)
Suddenly: All the boys nighttime ratios are spot on.
Suddenly: If the boys clock in at 104, or 110, or whatever...I can leave them alone!
Are you hearing the words jump off the page?
I DON'T HAVE TO FEED A 103!!!
Usually basals are a bit strong, or the business of their day makes a 103 an unsafe number.
But SHAZAM! I can leave them. I don't have to shove food down their throats, or temp basal for an hour.
And they wake up with 120's and 98's, and 107's.
I need a baton. A baton and some kind of awesome hat, so I can stomp around the house and do the happy march. The "I AM THE BOSS" march.
Ok. So yeah. I didn't DO anything to get them there. But they are there. And my swelly brain has shrunk three sizes because of it. You do realize that this means a better night's sleep for me...right? You do realize this is HALF the A1C battle nailed right there...right? You do realize that I have managed to pull off something as rare as the blue moon...right?
How long is it going to last? I give it a week. (Wah Wah Waaaaaah) But while it lasts I will sleep sounder, smile wider and celebrate a little harder. (That means a toast with the good stuff. Chocolate soy milk, baby!)
I often read on Facebook people grappling with problems...someone last week even worried that their child hit an all time high of 220.
I wish I could worry about a 220. I have bigger fishes to fry.
But thankfully, I've currently fried up a giant stinky salmon of a problem.
I'll enjoy my victory as it lasts. Because we all know the only thing that stays the same with diabetes is nothing stays the same.
Last week I posted online that I pulled off another hat trick of sorts by getting all the boys on the same set change schedule. Two days later L needed his site pulled so they are on different schedules...again.
I should learn my lesson and keep my victories to myself.
Hat. Baton. Marching. This parade's going around the block.