t tacklehugs Cass

Haven't seen you round these parts in ages! (But I've been skimmy girl, so I may have missed you.)

My siblings all have the round scar, but I don't. I do remember a time in my young life when I looked forward to getting my own, like it was a rite of passage of some sort. Like the church camp they all went to in summer, it seemed so cool when they did it, but when I got around to being old enough, things just were not the same.

DH got the round scar in the DP camp at one year. Then he had to have another one at age four to get on the boat to the US. Then he had to have another one at age six to start school.

Too much of a good thing.

I have the round scar on my arm. What's more, I remember getting it.

Me too.

Haven't seen you round these parts in ages!

I haven't been around in ages. I am trying to stay caught up now though. Hi!

Frisco was way behind on the HiB vaccine for a while. There was a national recall. I wasn't too worried because all those diseases seem so rare. Then a few kids died in MN from HiB. Thankfully, this was just as Frisco got his last shot. Still, I was a little scared because you don't this k of that stuff as really being out there.

We have mostly vaccinated on schedule (mainly because our daycare requires it) but it still makes me irrationally nervous each time.

Weird...I posted that before I went to sleep and it just now appeared.

Maybe it's part of the database repair/restart.

Up to check my blood glucose and a pit stop.

I had an...incident...after work last night.

I take my insulin with me to work. Regular Humalin short-acting for when I need to bring my glucose level down soonest, I generally take for spot checks and before lunch. Then I have the long acting stuff I take before I leave work because I like to keep a balance and one of them should be taken an hour before meals.

Last night I was distracted, and suddenly realized I had taken a whole syringe of short-acting instead of the long-acting. Worse yet, I had taken my blood glucose and it was only 135, within normal range for eating, and still usually enough that the drive home would lower it further.

Taking a whole syringe of short-acting was very bad.

For Good or ill, I decided to get going home, and stop for gas right away and get something to boost my blood glucose.

I made it to the gas station and had to deal with the pump not wanting to start. It took me some time to realize some roguish japester had decided to switch the hoses to the different grades.

Anyway, I went inside and found the hot chocolate dispenser, full sugar, and added extra sugar and managed to drink half of it before paying for it and gas. I drank the other half before leaving the store.

And it was then the low glucose hit. I started sweating and got weak, and strapped myself in for the ride. I have this driving zen thing that seems to help keep my glucose from bottoming out, so I got back on the road.

I was still feeling the effects as I drove, so I dug in my backpack for the three glucose tablets I have carried around since 2003 when I was diagnosed.

I was surprised by their texture, I had expected something a little less like sugar cakes, but that's what they are, so i guess that's to be expected.

I was feeling better another 10 miles down the road, so I headed home.

For those who know what blood glucose should be (around 100 is normal) should take note that after 20 ounces of sugar-laden hot cocoa, and a three-pack of glucose tablets, my glucose sat at 113 when I checked it after changing clothes.

I then proceeded to have a couple ounces of potato chips with supper and potatoes in with my vegetables and beef supper and a large Braeburn apple and a Reeses cup I had for emergencies.

I was taking no chances.

Well, not again.

I woke up a bit ago and just took my glucose and it's only 160. A reasonable spot to be in to burn some off sleeping until breakfast.

Phew.

Okay, enough typing, more sleeping.

I'm glad you made it home ok Daniel.