Epic Fail

If something stops working completely, that is a clear indication that something is wrong or it is broken.  But if something still functions, but gives incorrect data that looks feasible and correct, that is an epic fail. That is what happened last week with TD's Continuous Glucose Monitor (CGM), and I was not best pleased with that piece of technology.

Late Wednesday night/ early hours of Thursday morning, the CGM graph line looked astoundingly impressive.  The number were in the perfect zone (5 -6) and the line was steady, flat and consistent.  But then things took a dip for the worse, and TD's glucose plummeted to the 3s, then 2s  (so the graph told us later...) and finally when Andrew did the 6am reading, the display just said "LOW" i.e. no positive number at all.  That means that TD's glucose level was so low that she should have been unconscious or dead.  But she said she was feeling fine.  Talking is definitely a sign of being undead, so that was reassuring for us.  She ate Super Cs, and then she tested using the old fashioned way - by pricking her finger and testing the blood sample.  This reading said her glucose level was 12 - a little high, no doubt from those Super Cs.  We compared that reading to the new techno CGM.  It came up with 2.6.  You can see the problem - this is misinformation at its worst.  The sensor in her arm continued giving false readings all day, until TD decided to rip it out, as it was causing more worry than it was worth.  (And it is worth quite a lot - each sensor, which is supposed to last two weeks, costs just shy of R1K).

Symptoms of a severe glucose low (hypoglycemia)

We waited until the usual switch over day - Saturday - to replace the sensor, and touch wood, it seems to be working fine.  When it read 2.3 today at lunch time, TD really was horribly low, shaking, unable to function and felt awful.  It really was an emergency.

Sometimes I think we rely on technology too much.  TD's reason for delaying the use of technology and the CGM was so that she could learn to listen to her body more. And that has served her well.  She knew she wasn't low on Wednesday when the meter told her she was, and she knew today that she was in trouble, and for that I am very grateful.

It shook me up a bit.  We have to trust this technology to know what TD's body is doing, so malfunctions confuse me and knock confidence levels.  I needed to keep an eye on TD last Thursday - I didn't trust the universe at all that day.  It was a school free day (exams) so she and I had a quiet day here.

I wonder about my own life at times.  I need to function optimally - not display false readings of situations or misjudge which direction things are going.  Writing has become my old fashioned way of checking myself.  It is like fitting a working sensor. And new technology allows me to connect with a community.  Your reading my blog encourages me, and I thank you.

Feedback, as promised. And Mothers' Day stuff

It is early days - 17 to be precise - so this feedback about how well the Tresiba is working, will be short.  We all love the longer dosage period.  There have been some (but by no means all) wonderfully even night glucose numbers.  TD is still running high.  Overall, I am hopeful, although I should probably lower my expectations.  Tresiba is not a magic wand, and all the usual suspects - logic, vigilance, calmness - need to come to the party. I will report back when there is more data....

....but in the meantime, I have been sunk into the thought bubble of mothering. (Again.)  This time is has been prompted by Mothers' Day which we celebrated on Sunday.  It was the first time in many years that I didn't cook a thank you lunch for my own mother.  Being motherless loomed large.

My own family treated me with wondrous indulgence and kindness.  Most soul feeding was the card with words I treasure from my two children.  TD organised the whole thing, as her brother is (still) overseas.  I read it and glowed from the inside.

For lunch, Andrew had decided on a trip down memory lane.  In our youth, we enjoyed getting take outs from a Greek restaurant in Sea Point and would eat watching the sea and avoiding the loudly demanding seagulls. The restaurant, Ari Souvlaki, is still in the same place.  There are such nice people in this world.  The owner showed his freshly baked trays of puddings, and asked me which I would like for a mothers' day treat. They both looked delicious.  I chose the milk tart pastry but he scooped one of each type into a container and handed them to me with the kindest smile.  Such generosity almost overwhelmed me.

Because that is really what mothering is all about I think: Generosity and the giving of oneself.  Mothering is not confined to biology, and there are many people who have mothered me in some form or other.  Many who have played (even if they don't know it) pivotal, key, life nurturing roles that I have relied on when I have needed extra courage. I appreciate you, even if it seems I sometimes take you for granted.

Mothers, I think, should be taken for granted.  Children should just be able to assume that  Mother is their backdrop and safety net.  It doesn't need thanks or acknowledgement or come with expectations.  My children owe me nothing - and I owe them the best I can offer.  That is how parenting works.  And that is why when my children do write lovely things to me in a Mother's Day card, I bubble inside and feel that all is right with the universe.