But instead I'm waiting up late to do a retest. There is no logical rhyme or reason in my mind that lets me understand why I'm waiting up late.
After our sequence of lows last week, we adjusted Tori's NPH down by .5 units per dose, or 1 unit per day. We started on Friday, and by lunchtime she was into the 300's. She has been in the 300's all day and night ever since. Well, with the exception of Friday overnight when she was 54 at 2am, 75 at the retest, and 183 at the third retest. Saturday we were high 200's to mid 300's, with a 344 on the overnight.
Today we continued the highs, and at the evening shot we cautioned on the dosage, going with the lower than recommended dosage, and yet somehow we just got an 83 before we went to bed. This was an unscheduled test to guage whether we would need to do another overnight test, so obviously I'll be back up in another two hours to do a 2am test following the results of this retest...
151, I'm going to get some sleep now.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Thursday, January 19, 2006
aargh!
1/19/2006
11:10 am, my cell phone rings, it's Tori's teacher at daycare...
"Hi, Tori was just laying around, complaining about feeling tired, and her face was flushed, so we decided to test," she says.
"Ok... What was her number?"
"She was 104, we know that's a good number, but we're going to take her temperature. Is there anything else you want us to do?"
"Given that she was 38 yesterday at lunch, I'm wondering whether she's headed down, or rebounding from already being down. Why don't you test her again in fifteen minutes, and let's see which way she goes," I instructed.
"Ok, I'll call you back after we test"
Fifteen minutes passed. The cell rang again, she had dropped down to 60, and they had given her three glucose tablets. After a brief discussion, we concluded with the agreement that she would only call if Tori continued to go down.
Another fifteen minutes passed, and yep, you guessed it, the phone rang once again. She had continued to drop and was reading 38! They had given her another 3 glucose tabs, and wanted to know what else to do. I instructed them to keep a close eye on her, and told them I would consult with Kristina and get back to them. Kristina and I discussed contacting Riley's about altering the NPH dosage. We decided there wasn't really anything more we could instruct daycare beyond wait and test again.
I called them back to find out her number had gone up to 128. Whew! We're out of the hole for now.
Fast forward to 2:30 am, we've reduced the evening NPH and need to test Tori overnight for the next three nights. She rings in at 86, technically not low, but at this time of night she should be in the 120-130 range to make it all night. One juice box and fifteen minutes later, we're back up to 114; I'll take it!
11:10 am, my cell phone rings, it's Tori's teacher at daycare...
"Hi, Tori was just laying around, complaining about feeling tired, and her face was flushed, so we decided to test," she says.
"Ok... What was her number?"
"She was 104, we know that's a good number, but we're going to take her temperature. Is there anything else you want us to do?"
"Given that she was 38 yesterday at lunch, I'm wondering whether she's headed down, or rebounding from already being down. Why don't you test her again in fifteen minutes, and let's see which way she goes," I instructed.
"Ok, I'll call you back after we test"
Fifteen minutes passed. The cell rang again, she had dropped down to 60, and they had given her three glucose tablets. After a brief discussion, we concluded with the agreement that she would only call if Tori continued to go down.
Another fifteen minutes passed, and yep, you guessed it, the phone rang once again. She had continued to drop and was reading 38! They had given her another 3 glucose tabs, and wanted to know what else to do. I instructed them to keep a close eye on her, and told them I would consult with Kristina and get back to them. Kristina and I discussed contacting Riley's about altering the NPH dosage. We decided there wasn't really anything more we could instruct daycare beyond wait and test again.
I called them back to find out her number had gone up to 128. Whew! We're out of the hole for now.
Fast forward to 2:30 am, we've reduced the evening NPH and need to test Tori overnight for the next three nights. She rings in at 86, technically not low, but at this time of night she should be in the 120-130 range to make it all night. One juice box and fifteen minutes later, we're back up to 114; I'll take it!
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Diabetes detective?
We have a cat that is in the habit of pawing at Tori's door in the middle of the night, which generally wakes me up. Usually I yell at him, and he stops, but occasionally I actually have to stand up out of bed and move towards him in a threatening fashion (ooh, here comes scary ol' dad, I better run ;) to get him to stop.
2:00 am last night I am awakened to the sound of Punky pawing at the door. Yell... nothing, still pawing. Ok, I have to use the bathroom anyway, so I get up, and then, since I'm awake now I decided I better eat some of those Fiesta Cheddar Cheese Cheezits (get your own box), to keep them from going to waste.
As I'm out on the couch happily munching, I hear Tori's door open. Looking down the hall I see her shuffling to the bathroom, figuring Punky woke her up, too. She went to the bathroom, came out to say hi, and shuffled back off to bed. Moments later, she reappeared, and told me she was feeling low, and mentioning that her legs are trembly. Wasting no time getting the meter, we have a reading of 76, not technically that low, but still below our target range, and quite possibly still on the way down. One juice box, 15 minutes, and a retest later reading 104, she heads off to her room, leaving me sitting on the couch pondering whether Punky was detecting her going low, or whether he just wanted in her room. I know of the dogs in service to diabetics, never heard of a cat, but am just so curious now. He doesn't paw at the door every night, just every seemingly random occasion. He's never actually been in her room overnight, and never paws on Toby's door.
I'm tempted to test her the next time he paws at the door to see if she is anywhere near low...
2:00 am last night I am awakened to the sound of Punky pawing at the door. Yell... nothing, still pawing. Ok, I have to use the bathroom anyway, so I get up, and then, since I'm awake now I decided I better eat some of those Fiesta Cheddar Cheese Cheezits (get your own box), to keep them from going to waste.
As I'm out on the couch happily munching, I hear Tori's door open. Looking down the hall I see her shuffling to the bathroom, figuring Punky woke her up, too. She went to the bathroom, came out to say hi, and shuffled back off to bed. Moments later, she reappeared, and told me she was feeling low, and mentioning that her legs are trembly. Wasting no time getting the meter, we have a reading of 76, not technically that low, but still below our target range, and quite possibly still on the way down. One juice box, 15 minutes, and a retest later reading 104, she heads off to her room, leaving me sitting on the couch pondering whether Punky was detecting her going low, or whether he just wanted in her room. I know of the dogs in service to diabetics, never heard of a cat, but am just so curious now. He doesn't paw at the door every night, just every seemingly random occasion. He's never actually been in her room overnight, and never paws on Toby's door.
I'm tempted to test her the next time he paws at the door to see if she is anywhere near low...
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