As ever just when you think it’s safe to go out…. E spent ALL of Wednesday hypo-ing (it’s Saturday today). At least SIX hypos. Dig it. Just could not get back up. As I wrote to a friend, by the time he got home from school he was literally scraping six month old sweets from the bottom of his bag to get some sugar, having finished off the four boxes of juice and whole roll of fruit pastilles which he always carries with him.

Sigh. That first day we thought we’d nailed it: discovered that he’d forgotten to temp basal from his exercise in PE, and also somehow that he’d been on his weekend pattern for the pump — which means he’d been getting more insulin across the board.

Aha! we thought, that explains it — and changed nothing.

Thursday rolled around: four hypos. Hmm….

Many of these hypos have been in the 2 mmols range — very low, in other words. So we took action, changing basals all over the place.

Friday: one very low hypo. Too high in two more places.

Argh.

Then somehow we forgot to put pasta on a dual wave (drip the insulin in) last night. So he took the full whack of insulin for 95 g of carb up front, followed by 29 g for a bowl of ice cream, 20 g for a packet of crisps and 10 g for some chocolate…and by bedtime was low and plummeting when we discovered the mistake. In went the juice and fruit pastilles…. but of course this morning he woke on 14 mmols because the pasta GOES IN LATE, the HYPO TREATMENTS STACK UP more unaccounted for carb, and THERE WAS NO INSULIN to cover ANY of it.

Sigh again.

It’ll be fine. But something’s changing. Temporarily. As always. We’ll just get it right, then have to go back to where we were.

Am I allowed to sigh three times?!

And tomorrow R heads off to Japan for nine days.

Ack.

In the inimitable words of the fabulously plotting penguins in the film Madagascar: just smile and wave boys, smile and wave…

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