“My hands are shaky and my knees are weak.
"I'm a little mixed up, but I'm feelin' fine..."
Actually, not quite yet.
“My tongue gets tied when I try to speak
My insides shake like a leaf on a tree.
There's only one cure for this body of mine
And that's a snack of the sugary kind.”
Gradually, I could feel my BGs rising - and that kicked me into the next tune, Burning Love:
I feel my BGs rising
Burning through to my soul
Carbs carbs carbs you're gonna set me on fire.
My CGM's flaming
Doesn't know which way to go.
Oooo ooo ooo
I'm still a rising
Way above, one hundred and nine."
Within a couple hours, my Minimed CGM began displaying clear evidence that a High BG was stepping on my Blue Suede Shoes. It proclaimed "High Predicted" on several occasions, even though my One Touch UltraLink disagreed. The 200s and Above really weren't higher than the mid-100s or so, though the Up Arrows indicated an upward rise.
Hmmm.... (cue Suspicious Minds):
"We're caught in a trap
But I can't walk out.
Because I love you too much, CGM.
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When I don't believe a word you say?
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds."
Yes, Larry the Loaner CGM - you're Always On My Mind. But please, Don't Be Cruel. Just Love Me Tender. But no. We're navigating the narrowing roads In the Ghetto, and frankly, sir, You Aint Nothin But a Hound Dog. If you don't behave, I'll have to Return To Sender your CGMing.