Usually I curse Mondays. I mean, really, weekends should be five days, work weeks two. AmIright?
The husband has been out-of-town on a men’s fishing trip, and it’s kind of a running joke with us that whenever he’s out-of-town, I always get overnight lows (which is kind of scary, but we won’t go there) and I don’t really miss him until the lows start kicking in. Of course they have
the past three nights every night since he’s been away. Duh. I’ve been over-treating and then spending the following morning chasing down elevated BGs.
Until last night. I OWNED my overnight low. I was 60 on my meter, 53 on my Dexcom. Drank 6 oz of OJ, spoonful of PB and woke up to a nice steady-ish line this morning. Definitely perked me up for a Monday!
I also have changed my high alert from 170 to 160. Hopefully I don’t annoy my coworkers too much with the awesome tunes the Dexcom plays. I really wish the high alerts were in increments of 5 so I could take even smaller “baby” steps (pun intended) towards better control. Endo appointment is on Wednesday – my first a1c since I’ve rejoined the land of pumping and started on a CGM! I’m excited and crossing everything that I’m 7.0 or lower!!!