As I arrived at the gym around 7:45 I unhooked my pump and began my stretches. Before getting in to the main part of my workout I looked at my pump which read 82. I thought to myself, oh crap this could be bad. My sugar should spike a bit from breakfast, why is it still below 100. I ran to the car grabbed a Gatorade to be safe. Today it was back to the weights for the workout. Front squats, lunges and pull-ups were the first circuit followed by 10 pushups and 10 squat jumps. My body felt amazing physically and diabetes wise. My sugar stayed below 100 for the entire workout. I had my usual power bar along with 2 units of insulin. Walking to the car my brain got to thinking. My sugar had not been above 144 for 29 hours. As a diabetic, staying below 150 for 24hrs is very challenging. I like to be different, 24hrs is nice but I want 48hrs. I've done the 24hr thing quite a bit I need a new challenge. If I ever reach 48hrs of being below 144 I don’t know what I would do to celebrate. In my mind accomplishing that would be like an NFL team going undefeated.
As I prepared for lunch my pump beeped, my heart stopped. Oh crap how'd I go above 144 I haven’t done anything since the gym. Why'd I beep, I closed my eyes and grabbed my pump as I brought it closer and opened my eyes I saw that my sensor had run out. I laughed and thought it's going to be one of those days. I tested and was 132; I gave myself 3.6 units and made my usual lunch. A turkey and cheese sandwich with a banana, fiber one bar and a yogurt. I have a basketball game at 3:30 and don’t want to worry about my sugars. Luckily the sugars were good before and after the game. I went in to the game at 152, my streak was over at 34hrs. Not a bad run at all. I was 86 as we got on the bus after another tough loss.
Returning to the school around 6:00pm I had about 45mins until my fantasy golf draft. I stopped by Subway and grabbed a ham and cheese grinder. Gave myself 5.9 units and headed down to a quiet spot near the ocean. As I sat in my car and ate, I started to think about events that made me wish the 6th day of January was never on the calendar. It was 30mins that I needed to myself to be able to get all of the emotion out. As I left my spot I thought I'm very lucky to be alive and it's for a reason. I'm not sure of the reason why just yet but I can say with authority that I'm getting there.
The fantasy golf draft went well. Being able to spend a couple of hours with good friends always makes for a fun night. I enjoyed my apple juice well drafting feeling low at points but nothing to crazy. It's weird how much I miss my sensor. As I finally returned home, I ran to my machine and tested. Could I keep my streak of staying below 200 going? I could I was 173. When I don’t have my sensor in I play the don’t go above 200 game. That streak is up to 39hrs. My record for not going above 200 is 76hrs. I'd really like to rewrite that record.
Average Blood Sugar-83 when the sensor was in 136 from 4 meter tests
Units of Insulin-38.40