So, have you ever sat at work (maybe at your desk or counter or in your air conditioned Taco Bell suit) sick as a dog, but you know you just can't go home because you have tooooo much to do and it's the end of the year and you're out of sick days AND vacation days for that matter and it's right before Christmas so heaven knows you can't eat your darn salary and then you realize that you're blabbing endlessly and your stupid fingers keep hitting the ........................ button on the keyboard?
Yeah, you too, eh?
That's me right now, this very minute. I have The Flu. It is so incredibly nasty that it deserves capitalization. The Flu. And it echoes, really. Say it out loud, you'll totally be with me on this one. 'Course the damn echoing is killing my pounding head every time, but Advil is my drug of choice so echo begone!
As always happens when I'm sick, my BG's have been slightly elevated. 8 is my new favourite number, apparently. Temp basals be damned, my flu-ridden body likes all variations of the number 8.0, and no 150% basal rate is touching it.
But the real treat is the TGMS that is currently living on my left thigh. I cannot tell you guys how awesome the continuous monitor is when you're sick. Especially when nothing that you've ingested will stay, well, ingested, and it's 4:30 in the morning and you just want to sleeeeeeep. But you know that you can't just sleep for the next ten hours without setting your stupid alarm to wake you up every hour so that you can test your BG level. Am I right, or am I right?
I slept for six hours. Straight. Until the siren on my pump woke me up. I managed to choke down a 
cup of Ginger Ale before falling comatose on my pillow to drool for another few hours before waking up and starting the whole purging thing all over again.
The Paradigm RT was my safety blanket. It has paid for itself in the last three days. That $600 was Totally. Worth. It.
Now, if only work would pay for me to stay home when I'm sick...
So, have you ever sat at work (maybe at your desk or counter or in your air conditioned Taco Bell suit) sick as a dog, but you know you just can't go home because you have tooooo much to do and it's the end of the year and you're out of sick days AND vacation days for that matter and it's right before Christmas so heaven knows you can't eat your darn salary and then you realize that you're blabbing endlessly and your stupid fingers keep hitting the ........................ button on the keyboard?
Yeah, you too, eh?
That's me right now, this very minute. I have The Flu. It is so incredibly nasty that it deserves capitalization. The Flu. And it echoes, really. Say it out loud, you'll totally be with me on this one. 'Course the damn echoing is killing my pounding head every time, but Advil is my drug of choice so echo begone!
As always happens when I'm sick, my BG's have been slightly elevated. 8 is my new favourite number, apparently. Temp basals be damned, my flu-ridden body likes all variations of the number 8.0, and no 150% basal rate is touching it.
But the real treat is the TGMS that is currently living on my left thigh. I cannot tell you guys how awesome the continuous monitor is when you're sick. Especially when nothing that you've ingested will stay, well, ingested, and it's 4:30 in the morning and you just want to sleeeeeeep. But you know that you can't just sleep for the next ten hours without setting your stupid alarm to wake you up every hour so that you can test your BG level. Am I right, or am I right?
I slept for six hours. Straight. Until the siren on my pump woke me up. I managed to choke down a
cup of Ginger Ale before falling comatose on my pillow to drool for another few hours before waking up and starting the whole purging thing all over again.
The Paradigm RT was my safety blanket. It has paid for itself in the last three days. That $600 was Totally. Worth. It.
Now, if only work would pay for me to stay home when I'm sick...