I don’t know how many people will remember the movie I stole my title from…I’m pretty sure it starred Ashton Kutcher, like, young, pre-Demi Ashton. Anyway, off track. Where did my insulin go? Or, more accurately, where did my need for insulin go?
Can I just take this moment and love on my CGM for a bit? Really, this thing is the bomb-diggity and I couldn’t do any of this without it. Seriously. I can’t even comprehend the mess I would be in without the Dexcom.
Okay, moving on. After the first day of training I quickly learned my body’s response to this new situation. Low. All the freakin time. I mean, okay, that’s to be somewhat expected considering the increased activity level and need for awareness, but really?! My SIL (sister-in-law) is also a diabetic and her body’s response to stress is, “Release the glucagon!!!” No really, sends her skyhigh. Of course my body is different. I don’t know about weird, but definitely different. It drives it down, like hard-core. Adrenaline sends it up, as per protocol. But that place of heightened awareness and mild to moderate stress? Like a slippery slope of ice.
Interesting, eh? I thought so…So, my response, of course, is to slash my basal. Let’s drop to 75%. Nope. Okay, fine…50%. Well, it’s steady until I bolus. Ahh, let’s increase my ratio. Two carbs? Three! Hmm, okay bump it up four carbs per unit. Sheez…and I am just now considering reducing my correction factor!
I would have pictures but today was particularly hard (I had to eat THREE bags of gummy bears — 33g each), and I am exhausted. It has been interesting though the different effects the job has on me. Mostly it drives me down, down, down, but I am appreciative of this time of tweaking before it becomes a life or death situation.
My body really likes stress, it puts that insulin to work overtime!