first



2 weeks = 28 needles



Tonight is my last injection with my first insulin pen.  One down, infinity to go!  They're good for 2 weeks in use, so tomorrow morning I start with a brand new one.  Now every time I report to Eric on my numbers, we share a look that says "it's working".  I'm too superstitious to say it out loud, but some days I feel like doing a dance.  A booty dance.  Starting out on an insulin injection twice a day has drastically brought my blood sugar down, and it seems like my pancreas is keeping up fine at mealtimes - for now.

It's all going according to plan.  Muah-ha-ha.

But man, these lows?  Killer.  The first 60-something was alarming enough, but every lunch since then has started out in the 50s.  My first instinct is to eat everything in sight, including free-for-all breakroom food.  Number 1 sign I'm low: if I am drawn to some shit whose origins can't be confirmed.  I scarfed down 4 unmarked cookies yesterday before I stopped to question what flavor they even were.  Brown flavor?  I'm still not sure.

Do I eat lunch earlier?  Do I sneak away for a snack break?  Do I stay away from breakroom food? <-- yes on that one.

Luckily, after a while of consistent lunch-lows, I've become a lot more tuned into my sugar.  Work is an easy place to tell right away if I'm low because there's some fine motor skills involved in my job.
The first tell-tale for me is if I can't use a pipette without making a mess: it's time to eat. 

2nd: If I can't put my reagents back in their little stadium seats on the first try, it's time to eat.

3rd:  If I start hallucinating at work, it's time to eat.


Don't mind him.  That's just Winston.