Looking Back: Rage Bolus, Anyone?
Today, we’re traveling to Utah for the Sundance Film Festival. And yes, I will be photographing and videoing the hell out of the festival, because I am so excited to see how this week plays out for my husband. But in the meantime, as I board the plane and head off to Park City, I’m looking back to this post from October 2005, where the term "rage bolus" first appeared on SUM.
(It made me laugh to read this post, because this was pre-dLife, pre-Chris and I getting married, and pre-so much stuff that’s in play right now that I almost forgot that I hated my job back when I lived in RI. And how much I still want to know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll pop.)
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Bit of a rantish post here. And there’s no reason for this other than to vent frustration.
Last night, after I came home from the U2 show in Boston (more on that later), I was a little bit high. Rang in at 212 mg/dl. Okay, no problem. Bolus it up, go to bed. Woke up this morning at 200 mg/dl. Hmmm, no drop in the blood sugar levels. Not to worry, though, because it’s a Free Shower – no infusion set – Day due to the fact that it’s time to change the infusion set. Primed and inserted a new set with good ol’ Charlene. She purred (beeped?) happily and I set about dressing for work.
Arrived at work. Hungry. Devoured one of those sometimes-delicious-but-most-often-just-gritty Kashi Whole Grain Granola bars. Bolused two units to cover, in accordance with the 1:10 ratio. Worked at my boring job for about an hour before realizing that I had already visited the bathroom twice in that time. Hmmm. Not normal. Tested, revealing 281 mg/dl. Whaaaa… I corrected this morning. I bolused for the crappy snack. And now I’m higher than before? Frustrated Kerri. So I Rage Bolus*. I just crank the shit out the pump, knowing full well that I only need about two units to come back down. I lace in 3.5 units. Sit back, satisfied.
Not done yet. I test again, an hour and half later, clocking in at 286 mg/dl. Fan-freaking-tastic. Good thing all that insulin made me higher. Because that makes f-ing sense. So I Rage Bolus again, sending 2 more units coursing through, Frustrated Kerri not really giving a shit that the "active insulin" tally on my pump is enough to cover dinner at Olive Garden.
So it’s noon. I’ve been high all morning. I just changed my infusion set this morning. And I’m angry. I do not want to pull this set only to find that it’s perfectly fine and I’ve wasted yet another expensive pump supply.
I’m riding this out. It’s Me against the D. Who will persevere? How high will Kerri allow herself to rise before she pulls the set and starts over? How much Rage Bolusing will eventually catch up with Herself before Kerri bottoms out at 44 mg/dl? How many licks does it indeed take to reach the center of a Tootsie Roll Tootsie Pop? If you say three, you and that f-ing owl can go screw. It at least takes 125. I’m going to find out as soon as my Rage Bolusing catches up with me and I’m Trick or Treating at people’s desks here at work.
*Rage Bolusing: Taking an uncalculated amount of insulin to correct a frustrating high bloodsugar reading. Also see: Panic Eating.
Source: Six Until Me.