Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Crazy Me, I'm Normal

Life has been crazy. Crazy at work. Crazy at home. Crazy in my mind. The only place I don't seem to be crazy, despite the stress and activity that accompany crazy, is in the numbers game.

I'm surprisingly normal. Even better than normal, actually.

I took my sugar the other night expecting to see a high number, and I got an 84. Every time I think I've pigged out beyond what I should possibly be eating, I wind up with a 119 or a 124 (outrageously good given my carb count for those moments).

The only idea I have is that maybe, in some freaky, f'd up way, my body thrives on chaos and crazy. Perhaps I should become more undone more often.

As always, more to come (just sporadically for the remainder of the crazy)...

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Routine Annoyance

I remember once upon a time when I was tired, I used to just be able to walk up the stairs, put on my pjs, crawl into bed and zzz away.

Now, I have a routine. I check my sugar. I fill the syringe. I shoot myself. I take two prescription pills from two bottles, then another one from a pack. I fill my little glass of water on the nightstand and make sure my 4:30am pills are in their case and my dual alarms are set (one for the pills, one for the regular wake-up time).

Then there are the nights when I realize there isn’t enough insulin in the bottle or pen and I have to get another one from the fridge. There’s nights I do everything downstairs, and nights I want to go to bed early, but it’s too early to do the insulin shot, so I haul everything upstairs (and forget to bring it back down). I run out of alcohol swabs in the smaller container and have to dig in the bigger container to get more. Same with syringes. Same with test strips. Some nights I’m a little lower than I want to be to last through the night and I force-feed myself graham crackers or Nutrigrain bars.

It seems like I spend 15-20 minutes a night just getting ready to go to bed, and there are times, like last night, when I just really, really wanted to pull back the covers and forget everything else. I was tired, I didn’t feel great, I wanted a pillow and a dog and no insulin and no pills. But there the routine was, and I did it, because I have to.

As always more to come…

Friday, March 6, 2009

Damn Girl Scout Cookies

I support the cause, but I wish they'd sell SOAP.

As always, more to come...

Thursday, March 5, 2009

The Answer Is, You Can’t

This is for the person who Googled, “How do I shoot heroine through Accu-check Multiclix?” and got to my blog.

You see, the Multiclix is a lancing device, meaning, it doesn’t have the power to inject anything. It just has the power to poke your skin with a needle (a solid needle) in order to draw blood.

So while it may look tempting in the Target, Wal-Mart or drugstore, and it’s an excellent lancing device if you just want to draw blood, I can’t in good faith recommend it as a heroine injection device. It simply won’t work.

Glad I could be of some help.

As always, more to come (but no heroine—by the way, it’s BAD for you)…

Monday, March 2, 2009

Jamn Pen

As in “damn jammed” pen, not “my pen be jammin’.”

My insulin prescription is complicated at the moment, and I’ve been using the Lantus pen for about two weeks now. I like it all right, but the problem is the needles I have for it are too short, and I’m too cheap to buy longer ones until the shorter ones are used up.

As such, I’ve been having issues with insulin bubbles under my skin, bruising, and limited poke sites (it’s too awkward and I’m too uncoordinated to use the pen anywhere but my stomach).

On Saturday night, the jamming situation reared its ugly head. I dialed two units and punched the button, just like I’m supposed to to make sure jamming won’t happen. Test passed.

Then I dialed my whole 45 units and stuck the needle in. After about ten units injected, I could feel resistance. I pulled the pen out and hit the button and a stream of insulin went flying across the room. Jam cleared.

There were still units left to inject, so I put the pen in again, only it wouldn’t go in all the way (callused spot?), so I stuck the needle in again, in another spot, and finished up the dialed insulin. Only what about the insulin that squirted across the room? I dialed in two units and hit the button—not nearly the stream that sailed before. I estimated it would have taken at least four units to get the arc, so I dialed up four units and again, stuck myself, pausing for about 15 seconds to determine what the four units would do if I was off. I shot anyway, figuring I’d just keep a close eye on my sugars on Sunday. Four pokes later, all the insulin was delivered and the elastic on my pajamas was like a torture device against my stomach.

I’m heading to the pharmacy this week to straighten out the prescription, so I can get my trusty vials back. My syringes are the longer-needle kind and I desperately need to get off my stomach for a little bit and utilize my saddle bags. In the meantime, on Sunday night, I pulled out my pen and instead of dialing, stuck my syringe in and pulled the insulin out.

I like my pen, don’t get me wrong. It’s absolutely excellent for travelling. But for everyday use? Not so excellent. I must be an old-fashioned girl—give me a glass vial and a syringe any time.

As always, more to come (but not injected directly by the pen until I’m in a foreign country, or at least Wisconsin)…