1. 6:00am: alarm went off to exercise. Tested. 3.0. Ate glucose and aborted exercise.
  2. 11:00am: That cafe incident.
  3. 2:40pm: Cannula failure. BG spikes to 15.6, then 17.6 half an hour later by which time I take two large correction boluses and resign myself to having to change sites.
  4. 4:45pm: realise whatever the problem was, it’s somehow been fixed and I’ve now completely overdosed on insulin – am at a 4.4 and dropping rapidly. Have to (you guessed it) stuff my face with more glucose to save from impending hypo. No wonder people think I have ‘fat diabetes’.
  5. 6:30pm: come home to a rejection letter from Southern Cross health insurance. I wrote a letter to them about two weeks ago asking if they would fund an insulin pump and/or consumables. No to both. I am even more resolved to get some lobbying going. [BTW this response is not a surprise at all, but I thought it was worth giving it a go just so I at least have a first hand rejection. I have been paying these people insurance premiums since 1989.]

So – it’s been a pretty average day, you could say. But do you know what: I’ve got a job; food on the table; a roof over my head; and plenty of friends and family around to help. I think I’ll live to see another day :)