At 3pm when you're knee deep in a puddle of mud trying to fix an irrigation leak a beeping Dexcom is the last thing you want. It is one of those moments where you swear at the dexcom but minutes later you give thanks to that same dexcom that you hated moments earlier. The trust I have in my dexcom is more than I have in some people. I know that the dexcom will always be there for me.
Today the dexcom was beeping a lot because I was low. As always my coworkers were great and brought me food as I was playing in the mud. A peanut butter cracker tastes a tad weird when it has a bIt of dirt on it. As the work load gets heavier I will have to make some minor tweaks to my basal rates, for a week or so I have to many lows at 2pm. Making changes will be a little bit easier with the dexcom because I know that it will alert me when I'm low or high.