On Friday night I discovered my QuickSet inserter for my insulin pump was missing. I used to have a few, but they've disappeared and I couldn't find one. Not worrying too much about it because everything was fine, I continued on with my normal life.
Then came Saturday. I woke up incredibly high, where it feels like your mouth is stuffed with cotton. Normal activities just are not fun. Knowing I wanted to get in a short run, I went to the gym in the afternoon to run an easy 3 miles (I took Friday off). Before I ran, my blood sugar was 115. After, 274. I immediately bolused and continued on living my life. Not really feeling a whole lot better an hour later, I tested again - 263. I once again bolused, and tested again about 30 minutes later - 265. Really?!!? That is the kind of stuff that makes me frustrated.
When I went to bed on Saturday night I was 227. I bolused a correction. I woke up 240, only to retest and find myself at a lovely 298 30 minutes later. Knowing I had to eat and feeling like absolute crap, I bolused. I had a race Sunday morning and feeling like crap is not desirable for a 10k. At this point I knew my set was bad, but there was nothing I could do about it except use needles to take insulin shots - something I had not done for over 7 years.
I'll be writing up my race report when the official results are posted, but when I finished the race my blood sugar was 350. It now makes sense why I wanted to stop at mile 4.5 and throw up. I was supposed to run 13 more miles today, but that did not happen. It could not have happened. I have switched to taking all of my shots via MDI now until I can get a Quick Serter mailed to me. It is times like these that diabetes just sucks. But, it could be worse. This could have happened to me the night before my marathon.