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September 20, 2010 in diabetes, life, parent of type 1, teenagers with type 1 diabetes, temp basal, type 1 diabetes | Tags: blood sugar, children with diabetes, diabetes, highs, life, night testing, parent of type 1 child, Penguin bars, temp basal, type 1 diabetes | 4 comments
So, you know, all is going well and then all of a sudden two nights ago before sleep E is 16mmols. 16 mmols! Over twice as high as he wants to be.
What the heck? We check his insulin history, and we haven’t forgotten to give him some for dinner. Damn.
We are up three times that night battling him down. Giving more insulin twice, and socking a high temp basal on… By morning he’s in better shape though still too high, 10mmols. Something was pushing his levels up such that they did not want to be brought down quickly.
Honestly. Why? We don’t know. This is the thing. We actually don’t know.
Two possibilities: he has a cold. But it had already come out, and his sugars had been fine. Probably not that.
The other possibility relates to what happened yesterday: one hour after eating a Penguin biscuit and bolusing for it, he’s again 16mmols. WHAT?!
The night we chased him down, he’d also had a Penguin, some time after dinner.
All we can think is that somehow the Penguin is a bit nasty for his blood sugar, even if he doses properly for it. He does love them and often has them with lunch. We’ve never noticed this happening before, but both recent situations are unusual: one was during a dual wave for pasta, so the Penguin would have entered his blood stream in near isolation, not tempered by other food. (It’s also always possible that the pasta dose was not quite right. It’s one of the doses we do mostly by eye.) Last evening, the Penguin was in complete isolation, and we tested an hour after because it was time to eat dinner. Otherwise we never would have discovered the huge spike, because he doesn’t normally test until at least two hours after he eats.
In any case now one of his favourite things is off the menu. Just a chocolate biscuit. But it’s a high price to pay for a snack. He was very upset at having such a spike, so has decided not to have them. It’s the down side of wanting good numbers: guilt and distress at ‘bad’ numbers.
I shake my fist heavenward. Why must everything be fraught with implications and consequences, every single damn choice?! Argh.