Another World.

A few weeks ago, I left the "real" world to go somewhere that may as well be in another universe.

When you first get there, it seems pretty ordinary. It seems like you're an ordinary person on an ordinary day in an ordinary place, but just wait. It may take you a few minutes, hours, days even to realize something is different here.

Here, you'll find a place to belong... Even as teenagers who are fighting drama and jealousy and each other. Something breakes down the walls we have up, and none of the superficial feelings matter.

But what brings us together like this?

 If you look closely, everyone has their battle scars. More than anywhere else,everyone knows what you go through on a daily basis. They've fought their own battles against the same monsters.

The result is magical. I can't imagine not having diabetes camp.

Rollercoasters.

November 2nd! :D So..... My numbers.

My numbers have been baaaaaaad. Bad. Bad. Bad. 

I am that girl who aggressively makes sure I'm not going to be high, and cheers for numberes between 70 to 120. Because I honestly am not very afraiad of lows. I mean, yes, they are life threatining at a certain level. Yeah, thaey make me feel like **poop** and Yeah, what a hassle. But honestly? I don't let them rule my life.

But lately with soo much school stress and so much general stress and coming out of the honeymoon phase and lots of bad combo Boluses? For the first time, I am waaay not excited to see my A1c.

I think my sensitivity factor is off...

But my doctor doesn't want to change it yet.

And that means I'm just gonna keep going. And correcting. And eating smarties after over correcting.

So yes, I am going to take this on.... And maybe keep trying to run :)

Firsts :)

I am a freshman in High School, so this weekend was supposed to be full of firsts! Football game, Homecoming Dance, fun!!!!! But something else was first. First pump failure....... Ughhhhhhh.....


 So I changed my site before bed,which I KNOW is bad but I was waiting until the battery died/after the game. nd my mom was fine with testing me, as she does pretty much every night. 1 am my BG was 306 mg/dL. Not crazy, but enough we suspected the pump.... Popped in a new inset, plugged the current tubing in, because the tubing looked fine, the insulin was  good 5 hrs ago, and it had been sitting in the kitchen. refilled cannula. ezBG and sleep.

 at 1, I was 280ish. Coming down, getting insulin. 2 am, finally time to correct  without rage bolusing, 274. ezBG, sleep. 4 am 254. Ketones negative (mayyybe trace but not quite), so not enough to worry about.

 Now, 281, but I needed a morning basal adjustment anyway. Finally I corrected with a shot. We'll see how this goes. If I get back in range by lunh I think I will eat a cookie. ( Lunch ratio is working great and I'm weighing the cookie ...)

Your Highness.

I wrote out a longer, deeper post on some paper last night, and I meant to put it up. I really did. But some unexplained stubborn highs have taken the energy out of me. I was running high yesterday, with some 190s, so last night we used 6 1/2 u of lantus from the previous 6. I. WAS. HIGH. ALL. NIGHT. Fun times, huh? I was 230 before I could correct, then by the time I could,I was 249. Then correction. 195. Correction, woke up at 189. Breakfast and Correcton. 189, Snack and Correction. Finally 126, carefully measured Panda Express, and then 230.We called our hotline for an adjustment, 45 minutes later 280! Correction, crystal Light, and Some Blogging. Fun.
What I hate about being high is the way it makes you feel so natsy. You feel like you're just off, you're thirsty and out of energy. And then it won't correct and you want to scream! The whole time you're just hoping you won't keep rising and get ketones.

Yup. I wrote a letter. Don't judge.

 I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle against these stupid highs.

A ridiculous battle costume... it looks like some weird ritual...