Slow start this morning. Woke up just after 7 a.m. to a 433 mg/dL. Grumble.
Didn't sleep well last night, and apparently I'm accused of being restless and stealing covers. This was probably due to the High, which tends to make me a pain to be in the same bed with at night. Or so I'm told. Anyhow, this was one of those nights and now I knew the BG number to blame.
PAIN. Mother F'er! Yep, hit something on that one.
Yanked it out. More blood. Frustrated.
It's about 10 a.m. Tested. 293. Still high, but it's coming down. Grumble.
Think about new site, but don't have the patience yet to deal with it. More work tasks.
Have been relatively productive in my work duties, despite the D-hurdles so far. That's one really nice thing about my day-job: the flexibility. I can work on my stories from my home office, as long as there's a phone handy. Emails exchanging. Reading of court documents or whatever the newest story entails. My boss is very understanding and awesome, and in these frustrating times of crappy infusion sites or Highs and Lows that result in lost time, it helps having those kind of people in your life.