The Boy and I watched an interesting demo today on a device that monitors blood sugar continuously for 72 hours. I was a little disappointed by it, because I thought it was going to be something like a watch you could look at to see your blood sugar at any time. Instead, it doesn’t transmit the information at all. After the 72 hours you remove it and a computer reads the data.
How positively medieval.
This is all a come-on for an insulin pump. If I had known that, I probably wouldn’t have bothered. Two extra trips downtown (one for the demo and sensor insertion, one to drop off the sensor later) for something I don’t think we’ll be using, but it was kind of interesting. The basic premise is simple enough: You wear an external device that acts sort of as a pancreas.
The pancreas does more than produce insulin but, hey, it’s a start.
Anyway, the boy raked the rep–who was, of course, cute and hot, as all such reps seem to be–and the doctors over the coals: What were the bugs? What could go wrong with the system? His syringes sometimes leak, what if that happened? What if his blood sugar dropped too low at night? How would he know what his blood sugar was at any given moment?
The technology is pretty good, though, and delivers small amounts of insulin over time rather than big loads, and apparently can actually do so based on blood sugar readings from the sensor. (Via wireless bluetooth! Now we’re talking! The rep said one guy had the readings hooked to his car GPS.)
Part of the appeal of this is that you can eat whatever you want, whenever you want.
But, you know, what if that’s how you got into the mess you’re in in the first place?
The Boy’s numbers are looking good anyway. In the two months since we started the diet his scores have dropped 20% (lower is better), and he’s started lowering his insulin again. (This time, theoretically, he should be able to keep the insulin lowered.)
The outlook for me is not so rosy, unfortunately. My numbers are rather dire and getting worse, and despite a checkout from a doctor, I’ll be having X-rays and bloodwork done tomorrow. So wish me luck. (Again.)