There aren't many times when I actively hate diabetes. The past few days, however, has been one of those occasions. Constant high blood sugars for no apparent reason. Four pump sets in 48 hours. I haven't been binging, so that's not it. I'm not sick. I have no idea what's been causing this mess.
I've seen more numbers starting with a 2, 3, and yes, even 4 in the last two days than I care to think about. Yesterday was especially bad. I was stuck in the low 400s for hours.
Yesterday was the worst diabetes day I've had in a long time. I HATED diabetes, with every fiber of my being.
Today has been better. I'm sitting at 212 post lunch right now, but after the last 36 hours, I'll take it. This is all especially frustrating since I have my endo appointment next week.
The one saving grace about yesterday? The brand new Dexcom sensor I put in yesterday morning was spot on from the get go. So at least there's that.
Oh well. As my grandma always says, "This too shall pass."