The Real Culprit, Spoiled Insulin

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Milk is not the only thing that spoils.

Remember all those lessons your mom repeated over and over until they became engrained in your brain?  Look both ways before you cross the street, wash your hands, Say please and thank you, cover your mouth when you sneeze, don’t stare, buckle your seat belt, the list never ends.  Since having kids I now find myself reciting these and many more to my own kids over and over and over.  I seriously had no idea how much reputation came with parenting.

Well apparently I could use a good diabetes momming every once and a while.  Similar to the list above, there are things that doctors and nurses and diabetic educators repeat over and over every time you see them.  Rotate your injection sites, change your lancet, check your feet for cuts, get your eyes checked, and….an open vile of insulin only lasts 30 days. 

I can’t count how many times I’ve been told this last one.  Obviously not enough.  I have been making an effort this year to eat more low carb and this has resulted in taking less insulin.  Taking less insulin means refilling my pump less often, which means that it takes longer to empty the vile I use to refill my pump.

Over the last two weeks I started to notice that my sugars were rapidly rising no matter what I ate.  Additionally, once my sugars were high it seemed like my correction doses weren’t up to the fight to bring them back into normal range. 

My family unfortunately felt the full force of this frustration as I cursed my pump every time the high blood sugar alarm went off only minutes after eating.  I would lay in bed at night thinking that this was the sign that my diabetes was getting worse and that I was losing control of my disease. 

It wasn’t until I happened to read a random diabetes blog where the writer mistakenly cursed banana bread thinking that it was responsible for two days of horrible sugar control.  It wasn’t until he refilled his pump that he realized that his insulin had passed the 30 day mark and was the real reason for his high blood sugar. 

The next morning I opened a new vile from the fridge and after breakfast my blood sugars stayed an even 110.  I now write the date I opened the vile on the outside of the bottle.

Listen to your mom and listen to your docs and nurses.

Diabetic Mama of Twins fueled by my family, working out, eating, dog walking, getting lost in the woods and insulin. Writing to share the journey this Type 1 diagnosis has taken me on since 2007.

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