First of all, I've been terribly lazy when it comes to covering stuff. I'll just eat and won't cover it, even though I know I'll feel like crap later. It's stupid. It's probably burnout. I always already 300 and I ate a piece of my sister's delicious lemon meringue pie. (This was a very idiotic idea, by the way.) I covered 4 units (32 carbs) and it was probably waaaay more. (I haven't had sugary desserts in a while since I was a vegan for 3ish years, so that didn't help. I'm a vegetarian now, but back to the story.) Then I ate another one and didn't cover it. Why? I have no clue. It probably has something to do with burnout. Then I ate two bowls of semi-sugary cereal and didn't even bother to look at the carbs. Stupid me. Then I went to my room and I didn't test until 1:25 am and I was 394.
|The old insulin in question and my CGM showing part of the lovely remnants of last night.|
This is the second time that my insulin has gone bad this summer, and I'm suspecting it has happened twice because I'm not giving as much insulin to myself. My lack of insulin giving = leaving cartridges in for 4 days which = insulin sitting in vial longer than usual, which finally leads to the end result of my insulin going bad. I finally gained the common sense to write the date that I started using the insulin on the vial, so I'll know when to stop using the insulin. This post is a jumbled mess. Oops. Late night rants are still better than this. This is just a confusing arrangement of words due to lack of sleep...
Moral of the Story: This is sleep deprivation at it's not-so finest. I think I might try to sleep now.