It is seriously scary to realize just how many carbs I ate on Christmas day (the final verdict is more than I normally eat in two and a half days). I just carelinked my pump data. Last year, I just ate and drew more insulin and injected and didn't add everything together at the end of the day. Ah well. It's a good thing it only happens once a year--we had pizza Christmas eve, and lasagna on the day, plus random cookies throughout.

But I've been having a good Christmas. My sister was…

Well, life is good. I went to see the endo, and talked her out of statins, although she's going to put me on a low dose of ace-inhibitors which is going to make my blood pressure do funky things, because on days that I'm not at the doctor, my blood pressure tends to run low. Sometimes, when I check at the store, I run like 99/56, which technically means that it thinks I'm dead (I know, it doesn't really mean that). So, I'm still debating whether I'm going to fill the prescription.

On…

Well, I didn't do as much running around campus as I thought I would, but what I did was significant to drop me to 44. I treated, tested, and was up to 58, so I ate another mint, which was the wrong choice because the I was up at 205. Ah well. I probably should have dropped in a temp basal as soon as I decided to go and buy my textbooks at the little shop just off campus, which meant walking there and back again.

I woke up at a more reasonable number this morning--I was at about 115…

I just changed my infusion set for myself for the first time. I would have done it yesterday, except I had random shopping that happened most of the day, so by the time I had a reasonable space of time, it was today. One of my worries starting on the pump was the adhesive, but so far so good. There's a series of concentric circles where my first set was, like a bullseye on my abdomen, but no problem areas.

But this morning, I was running high for hours. I wonder if I maybe had an air…