Woah, woah, woah. Yesterday (Tuesday) was a T1 day I’m ready to forget, what a nightmare!

I knew I had a really busy Tuesday ahead of me, so after getting back from pilates on Monday night, I set about getting everything ready in advance. Clothes laid out in the bathroom, sandwich made, wrapped and stowed in the fridge, baby toys and feeding stuff all clean and set up…. and, being a complete nerd I had even written a ‘run sheet’ of the things I needed to do, at what time.

Basically, I wanted to fit in an exercise class (BuggyTone) up the road at 10am because a friend of mine has just started it and I wanted to support her (plus, it’s a great class and I’ve still got a bit of weight to shift). Then I had a meeting at 1:30pm which required me to drop my son off at my husband’s work in plenty of time to jump back in the car and get to the meeting.

The tricky bit was going to be the part in between BuggyTone and getting to my husband’s work. I couldn’t shower in advance as it’s an active class and I needed to save that for afterwards. So I had to fit in a shower, makeup, hair, and baby juggling plus feeding in a small window of time before flying into the car and driving into town.

So – against advice that has very wisely been given to me by more than one person in the past, I decided to change my cannula on Monday night, to save myself time on Tuesday after BuggyTone. HUGE MISTAKE.

So, I showered and changed the cannula at about 8:30pm on Monday night. Ate dinner, bolused for dinner, did a bit of work then collapsed into bed. It was a hot night. I woke up at 1:30am and got up and got a glass of water, was a little parched due to the heat (you know what’s coming don’t you). 3:15am I woke up feeling dreadful, and knew straight away that I was high. So, I got out my Freestyle Lite (I use this for night BGs, and my Nano for day BGs) and tested. I couldn’t believe my eyes when the meter stopped counting down and displayed 26.0. GASP! I programmed in a correction, and it got about three units in and showed an error – the tubing was blocked.

So, I headed down to the bathroom and inspected. It seems I’d been a little bit of a pansy when it came to pushing the needle all the way in (I’ve had a couple of sore sites lately and have become a little ginger about it). So, in my sleepy bravery (and laziness) I just pushed the site in further then tried the correction via the pump again. It seemed to work.

Thereafter I woke up every hour to test and make sure it was coming down. And also got up to feed the baby once.

By 7am I was at 12.9. Gave myself one more correction and crossed fingers. I crossed eyes too but that was just from tiredness from the sleepless night.

By 7:45 I’d dropped to 2.1. Jeeeeez, here we go. Had glucose and managed to get it to settle as well as eat some breakfast before heading out to the exercise class at 9:45.

I was about 15mins into the class and was mid-shuttle-run when I felt something pricking me a bit. Inspected my stomach…. the cannula was all but out – grrrrr! Pulled it out and kept on with the class (I always have my pump off for exercise anyway). So much for saving the time putting in a new cannula! Now I’d cost myself an extra few minutes putting a new one in as well as the $12 or whatever it costs in sheckles.

So, I left class even earlier than planned, and ran around the house getting ready (my son refused to go to sleep, when he normally would have, so I resorted to having him in the bouncinette while I was in the shower, then was bouncing him with one leg while prepping the site insertion). My BG at this point was at 11.5, and I gave myself 3u from an insulin pen in the meantime as I’ve been spiking after exercise lately.

Shower, makeup, hair done, baby fed, me fed, all the bits and bobs assembled for babysitting and meetings in the car, and we’re away.

I’m driving along the motorway and suddenly realise I feel high on BG again. Test at the first set of lights I come to. $#@!! 23.4!!! How the….? What the….?

I didn’t have time to pull over and sort it out until I got to my husband’s work, but again I figured it must be because I’ve not pushed the needle in far enough. I gave it another push and (very elegantly) gave myself a hefty jab of insulin by lifting up my dress in the carpark. All class.

Of course, what goes up, must eventually come down. But, often I find with high BGs, they go up a little bit further before they come down. So, when I took my BG just before going into the meeting, I was at 25.0. Jeepers creepers.

So – to say I was not at my sharpest during the meeting would probably be an understatement. I was desperately tired, could have drank a pint of water in one gulp, had a thumping headache and was struggling to think on my feet. Barry, if you’re reading this, that’s why I was tripping over my words a bit!

Anyway, all’s well that ends well and the bell curve curved in the right direction, and things have been fine since. I’m glad that day’s over with though!!

Moral of the story: never change your site at night time, always change in the morning, when you’ll pick up any problems much more quickly.