Lancet eating car

So…. I posted about ‘having a mare’ two days ago – unfortunately things didn’t get any better yesterday! I started the day with a site change which seemed to go pretty smoothly. However when I clocked a 17.7 an hour after breakfast which rose to 19.1 just 15mins later, it all turned quite quickly to mush. When I inspected the insertion I’d put in that morning I found it totally bent and twisted with no hope of delivering basal or bolus insulin. Took me another three hours to get it down to a suitable level in order to have lunch, and then for some strange, inexplicable reason I got to a 15.9 after lunch!!

By the time I’d worked a typical ten hour advertising day and jumped in my car to drive home, I started feeling a bit low… tested at the traffic lights and this time I’d started on a low streak – 2.9 coming up on the meter! I dropped my lancet somewhere near the handbrake but focussed on pulling into the nearest place I could to eat some glucose tablets and recover for a bit before finishing the drive home. Recovered, drove home then started the search for the lancet I’d dropped…. Not an easy task when six months pregnant with a big puku preventing you from bending over too gymnastically! My husband must have heard me swearing and slamming doors out in the carport and came to my aid – sending me inside to eat some dinner while he had a look. About fifteen mins later he came back in, defeated…. He couldn’t see the lancet anywhere. We gave up and I figured I’d have another look in the light the next day.

Overnight was just as much of a disaster as the day before it…. Woke up at 1:30am at 2.9, treated it with glucose then climbed back into bed. Woke up again at 2:30am and was now 2.8. Got up, had plenty of glucose and went back to bed. Then proceeded to wake up every half hour and toss and turn the rest of the night. Tested again when I went to the bathroom at 4:30 and of course I’d over-shot the mark and was now 14.4 – arrrrrrgh!!

Anyway. By the time my alarm went off this morning I was at a reasonable 7.3 and hopefully today will continue smoothly. Got in my car and headed to work, and as I was heading up the first hill, a blue movement caught my eye – it was my lancet! It had fallen into a hole underneath the permanent panel which holds the handbrake in. The hole itself is slightly wider than, but also shorter than the lancet…. So I spent the rest of the journey in trying to manoeuvre the lancet into a position where I could leverage it out of the hole (yes, it probably wasn’t the best driving I’ve ever been capable of). But – with about ten mins of my journey to go I pulled over, pulled the handbrake up and huffed and puffed and held my tongue in exactly the right way and extracted the lancet from its hiding place. Let’s hope they have as much luck locking down Minty the Monkey in Christchurch!!