Friday, February 4, 2011

I know it’s preposterous but . . .

I’ve been low for about three days.  Drank an ocean of juice low.  Ate ice cream, full-sugar full-fat OMG-can’t-pin-down-a-working-bolus-for-it ice cream, with barely a blip on the blood sugar radar.  I have not increased my activity lately.  I have not made any insulin delivery changes.  There is nothing to account for the lows I’ve been having.

Plotting IsletsIt’s at times like these that crazy thoughts start to enter my mind.  I like to imagine that my islet cells are plotting against me.  I’m sure that after lying dormant for 31 years, they are getting bored.  I imagine them deep in conversation.

Islet #1: “Yawn.  Okay, we need some excitement.  Let’s toss some insulin her way just to screw with her.”

Islet #2: “Brilliant. And just when she reconfigures her carb ratios and turns down her basal, we’ll conk out again and watch her rant and rave about being High.  All.  The.  Time.  Oh this will be so fun!!”

I know this isn’t true.  I know it goes against all reason.  But deep in the night, when it’s very still and quiet, if I listen closely I swear I can hear my islet’s evil laughter.

14 comments:

  1. Those islet cells are sneaky little rat bastards! I wouldn't put it past them.

    Love this illustration, btw.

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  2. Oh, I think they are plotting. They do it to me too. I imagine them to be the islet version of those guys from the mucinex commercials.

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  3. That is hilarious - not the lows but the plotting! I swear Nate's were plotting last night. We could not get him above 90 no matter what we gave him -- banana - glucose tabs - - cookie - yogurt. It was ridiculous. I always wonder too -- WTH is going on in there? Helllloooo - - - either work or don't work - stop messing with us!!

    Cara's comment is exactly what I visioned too - - - the little Meucinex guys in there having a little party. Nice!

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  4. It's the snow. Having similar issues with Caleb.

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  5. Actually, it's not that preposterous. One of the speakers at the research summit explained that it's a myth that 100% of beta cells die after diagnosis. Some believe that a very tiny amount of beta cells work sporadically after diagnosis, and that's what makes diabetes so unpredictable sometimes. So you're not crazy! :)

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  6. Hilarious (and relatably frustrating)

    On the serious side (and expanding on Allison's real knowledge with my own suppositions): I wonder if this plays into Faustman's research. If the problem is evil mutant T-cells killing off our constantly regenerating betas, what if they get distracted now and then and let a couple live just long enough to fire some homemade insulin into the system and confuse the hell out of us?

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  7. Allison and Auntly H - although I wrote this post in jest, I have been secretly suspecting our beta cells sometimes do a little something now and then. I'm glad to see others (including some scientific minds) may suspect the same.

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  8. This is my FAVORITE blog EVER! It's sooooo true! Don't want diabetes to ever seem predictable, just when you feel like you might be getting the hang of it- whammo! I am glad I am not the only one who thinks her body is against her. :)

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  9. Yup it is an inner conspiracy! Cheers!

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  10. I've long wondered if this may be what's happening: of course they're plotting against me! Wait, surely if the beta cells had conscious thought they should know better than to play silly pranks on the human "mothership"! :P great post :)

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  11. Oh Karen, I am so praying for you. TOnight especially as I go easily to sleep with gratitude for normal blood sugars and good health, I will pray hard for you.

    Love to KC

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  12. Sugar had a run of lows and I swear I thought she was cured. YES! Even after 5 years!!!! I let my mind go there for about 2 second...A MIRACLE!

    Until the next check.

    Gothcya.

    Stoopid disease.

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  13. "WAHAHA" - I can hear the evil laughter here in VT. Are they also rubbing their hands together, slowly and methodically? In an "evil plan" sort of way?

    Bummer on the lows friend. I hope they stop this nonsense and that you feel better with some euglycemic bliss soon! (((HUGS)))

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