I'm starting to get used to diabetes (eight months in, on Tresiba and NovoRapid) and things work out relatively good, apart from the occasional frustration or anger. But sometimes stuff happens you or your diabetic nurse didn't foresee. Today the dog (small and young) decided to jump on my lap to give me very wild puppykisses while I was injecting
Bloody needle scratch on my belly as the arm with the pen was knocked aside and not a clue how much insulin got in me and how much got on the couch/dog/floor/window. So covered the needle, cuddled the dog, blessed the fact I was wearing a black Powered by insulin shirt, so never mind the blood and waited to see what blood sugar would do. Complicated by having eaten some new supposedly carb-heavy and fatty food (kibbeling with ravigottesaus, for the Dutchies. Eat it in the city of Stavoren at Doede Bleekers if you ever find yourself there. Eat a salt herring if you want to keep low carb. I ate both.). I then forgot all about the incident and wondered why my bs kept rising. Figured it out and made a wild guess to the amount of insulin I would need to get it down again. So now for waiting round two, I suppose I'm in for a long evening. They don't teach you how to correct for stuff like this, do they? At least I can blame the dog for my high blood sugar today!