Yeah, so first of all… checking blood sugar four times a day? SUCKS. Worse? All of my blood sugars have been completely, utterly, astoundingly, ridiculously normal. Technically, I know, this is a good thing. It’s just that it’s extremely annoying to do this when there isn’t even a really good reason for it!
Furthermore, the diabetes educator that came out to edumacate me was completely patronizing and annoying. She kept lecturing me on the perils of diabetes and blah blah. And yes, I get that it’s something to be taken seriously… except, hello? I have not yet been diagnosed with diabetes (nor does it seem like I will be if these blood sugar readings are any indication). She emphasized that this would “obviously be a serious lifestyle change” what with the diabetic diet and all. Now, I’ll use the diet as a guideline, but I’m not following the diet all that strictly at this point because, again, not so much with the diabetes diagnosis. But I wasn’t going to tell her that. What I told her was that the biggest lifestyle change really was going to be that I was going to need to eat much much more and much more often according to the diet guidelines she was handing me (a 2500 calorie diet).
“Oh,” she said in a sickenly sweet and patronizing voice, “I think you’ll find once you start measuring portions, that you weren’t eating as little as you think you were.”
Okay, what part of I’m pregnant with triplets and I’ve lost 22 pounds in this pregnancy did you miss in this conversation? And how dare you assume that I’ve been overeating all this time!! I’ve had doctors accusing me all my life of overeating, so I’m accutely aware of the number of calories I consume in an average day. Yes, sometimes it’s more, sometimes it’s less. But on an average day, I’m not eating ANYWHERE NEAR 2500 calories. Yesterday and today, in the spirit of cooperation, I probably had about 1800 calories and I can’t begin to describe how sick I feel from eating all that food and eating practically non-stop. Ugh. Ick. Yuck.
Enough bitching about that though. Let’s talk about contractions.
Five last night. Five this morning. Not over threshold, but combined with a lot of cramping, my terbutaline dose was raised a tiny bit and I was asked to remonitor mid-day just to see how things were. My strip was a little odd, so who knows, but I was just told to make sure to monitor a little early tonight and send it in. So I did.
I monitored from 6-7ish. 10 contractions.
Demand Dose at 7:15.
Remonitor from 7:45 to 8:45. 8 contractions.
Regular dose occurred at 8:15 in the span of time I was monitoring.
Another demand dose at 9:30.
Remonitored from 9:50-10:50pm. “At least 9 contractions” but the monitor had been all wonky and kept telling me to adjust the sensor, so they’re not sure they saw them all.
Thank heavens Dr. P. was on call tonight, because he’s not making me come in to the hospital. Yet. He raised my basal rate by 10%. He said to sleep through the night. And if I’m over threshold again in the morning, he’ll call in Indocin to my pharmacy. If, however, I top out on the terbutaline (which it sounds like I’m about to do), I get to be hospitalized. My doctor, as a general rule, does NOT hospitalize patients unless there is no other option. So, well… phooey.
So there you go. That’s tonight’s fun. Hopefully tomorrow will be, um, less fun.
ChezPerky 