Scary Saturday...

Friday night Bean asked me to make waffles for breakfast. On the weekends I usually do bigger breakfasts as it's my favorite meal. I agreed to make her eggs, sausage and a waffle that following morning.

I had tested her at 12 am and her blood sugar was a little high but nothing alarming. We then got up at 8 am and needed to rush my car over to the shop before doing breakfast. Bean seemed fine when she got up, we grabbed her kit and drove the few blocks to the shop. Along the way she started complaining that she was hungry and wanted waffles - really, really bad. Then she said she felt sick and puked in the parking lot. Poor girl. We had her test. 426!

So we rushed home to check ketones. Man that stick darkened so fast - the high end of moderate. I started shoving flavored water into her. She complained about being hungry but I didn't want her to eat carbs until we knew if the correction +10% worked. Thank god for cheese sticks and a fried egg. 2 hours go by with lots of peeing, demands for waffles and we tested again. This time the meter said HIGH! That's not very helpful - numbers I can understand but the words HIGH are so so scary. It's hard to put in perspective. What's higher than HIGH? At what number does it stop being a number and displays HIGH?

We do a syringe correction and a pod change. The tube is completely kinked in half and now we have the source of the insanity. I call the endo's office and the nurse line is closed, the answer service isn't turned on and I sit on hold for an hour. The office is open so I'm not sure why no one answered. We decide to test everything again with in that hour and if there was no improvement we'd take her into the ER.

Lucky for us her blood sugars came down as did the ketones. Another hour later she was dancing in the kitchen singing about wanting waffles - which she got for dinner.