#dexcom problems

[gtzgoblin]

I just did a Dexcom change and it said 14.7 and I haven't been that high without feeling it in years so I checked and it's actually 9.8 but it took 3 calibrations to get it to 9.8 and I'm sure you're not meant to just keep calibrating until it sticks.

This is gonna be a fun night!

[imaginingmoonlight]

Sooo for those of you that don't know I have type 1 diabetes and I wear a dexcom (a lil thing with a filament that sits under my skin to measure my blood sugars). I just ran up the stairs and whacked it on a picture frame and it really hurt so I checked it and like- I ripped the whole thing out my arm?!?! Just had to put a new one on but I'm dreading tonight cos dex change nights always go really badly and I get no sleep AND I HAVE A GCSE PAPER TOMORROW. So that's super fun 😻

[divercitizen]

Please read Dexcom G7 users!!

When you insert a new sensor, get into the habit of taking a photo of the insertion device. Photograph the side you scan into on the app, with the QR code, pairing code, LOT number, all of that. This ensures that if there’s an issue with that sensor, you can provide Dexcom customer support with the information they need to be able to send you a replacement. It’ll also save the date in your photos that you inserted it.

[mzhydes-funtimes]

Very frustrated because my stupid dexcom wont connect after i tried it TWICE the first time was using the box at cosco and it failed to connect the second time was here at home so now the transmitter has basically not worked, period. So ive ALSO wasted 2 of the sensors so i have 1 to last me 20 days (they only last 10) and no working transmitter so i HAVE to use a stupid fucking needle even tho it has never failed to connect before.

Unless they just... discontinued g6 without telling anyone

Im just pissed because i onely get 1 transmitter every 3 months and 3 sensors every month (and i had an extra which i had to use) so i dont get any new stuff til like december/january

And i hate needles, period.

[csiccus]

good morning tumblr. type-1 diabetic here. my morning shower took forever because i had to search for conditioner. my blood sugar for breakfast was 398. god bless

[architectureenthusiast]

Sensor (diabetic one) is a liar and trying to get me killed.

[gtzgoblin]

Should be illegal to have to change your Dexcom on a Friday night

[forever-eternal]

I finally got my dexcom back!!!

I finally have a new endocrinologist appointment!

Hopefully this guy can actually help instead of just telling me that I need to try harder 😒😒

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

Once steve becomes bigger on tiktok (via corroded coffin and Eddie), he becomes more easily recognized in public, but only in the metal scene. The parents of his students still know him as Mr. Harrington, the brightly colored and happy-go-lucky kindergarten teacher that their kids love.

But fans of corroded coffin either love or hate Steve. Steve (obviously) doesn’t care because he knows that him and Eddie are in love and that’s all that matters to him. Plus, he’s not on social media so it doesn’t affect him personally.

At one of Eddie’s shows, during a quiet moment, Steve’s dexcom beeps and interrupts the moment of silence that the band was trying to create. The cc boys don’t think anything of it, but the person standing next to Steve in the crowd shoots him a dirty look.

Thinking nothing of it, Steve, in his baby blue sweater, takes out his omnipod and checks his levels in order to see how he can problem solve. His blood sugar was higher than usual thanks to the large Dr. Pepper he had earlier, so all he had to do was a correction. Nothing crazy.

But the man next to him thought this was atrocious. He nudges Steve and says, “Turn off your fucking phone, it’s disrespectful.”

Steve looks at him and furrows his brows and just shakes his head.

This leads to the guy punching Steve square in the face, which sets off a chain reaction of a mosh pit occurring with Steve desperately trying to move to the sidelines.

The band stops and Eddie jumps off the stage, pushing his way through the crowd to get to Steve, while many of the others begin to rag on the man that instigated everything.

Eddie grabs Steve by the arm and throws him over his shoulder— a moment of strength that will have him complaining about in the morning— and makes his way back to the stage to deposit Steve there.

“Are you okay, baby? You took a hard hit, there.” Eddie is lightly touching Steve’s face and checking for any signs of swelling or lacerations.

Steve just laughs and points over Eddie’s shoulder, saying, “You should see the other guy.”

Eddie turns and the guy is barely standing; one guy is holding him up while a huge woman is repeatedly kicking him.

The next day, the whole event blows up on every social media platform with people defending Steve left and right. The hashtag #WeStandWithSteve is trending on twitter and the video of the whole incident is plastered everywhere.

The “normies” may not recognize Steve, but the metal community and Corroded Coffin’s fan base sure do. And they’ve proved that he is worth defending.

[appalachiananarchist]

I really should not have to explain to United Healthcare that my diabetic patient on 5 insulin shots every day does indeed still require his Dexcom despite "not having hypoglycemic events." This is because 1) he meets their own 2025 criteria for high insulin use (which I proceeded to print off, highlight, and fax directly to their appeals department) and 2) the entire reason he has not had major hypoglycemic events is because, by using the Dexcom, he is able to monitor his sugar trends and correct them before it becomes a major problem 99% of the time. Take it away and watch what happens. I swear to God...

I hate this job so much.

[poppadom0912]

Excuses

Warnings: Mentions of fainting, diabetes, canon-typical injuries

Summary: You suffer the consequences just because your teacher thought you were making excuses.

A/N: First fic of 2024!!! I had plans that I was going to post weekly in the new year just like last year but things went downhill. This january and february has had its very good but also really bad moments and even writing this was a struggle. I've found myself in a weird place of wanting to write but struggling and all of a sudden not being able to balance my schoolwork and writing. So I took a lil step back to solely focus on my work but looking at everything now, my fic updates will be much less frequent but hopefully just as or if not, more fun to read.

I feel bad for not saying or posting anything since the new year but I'm here now and hopefully will be more alive. I've got lots planned for you beautiful people, several series and way too many fics in my drafts that I cannot wait for you all to read. This wasn't as long or as juicy as I intended but my brain completely failed me so I hope this is good enough. I initially wanted to post this at the beginning of March but I finished the final editing today so here you go!!

Final note before we start, I have general knowledge about diabetes but that's all from my grandma. I have no idea if it's the same for teenagers so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Happy reading!!

Your biology teacher had been on maternity for three weeks now and you were seriously contemplating life.

Because of the crappy rules surrounding maternity leave, when your teacher refused to return before her three months ended, your school had a supply teacher fill in for her till she came back.

Since day one, you knew you hated her.

It was mid lesson and you knew as soon as you started feeling sluggish that your sugar levels were dropping. Your thoughts were only confirmed when your Dexcom receiver let you know of your decreasing glucose.

This wasn't a usual occurrence. Will and Jay always made sure you had eaten enough and you had the means to maintain the needed glucose levels so that nothing happened.

Alas, you were up late revising and you were stressing about keeping up your good grades. Jay was rushing you out the door because he needed to go to a scene he'd just been called to and Will was out walking Kol and hadn't seen you leave.

In conclusion, it'd been a hot minute since you last ate something.

The school were well aware of your diabetes. It was one of the very important things your brothers stressed them about when you first started.

Most students knew about it actually, having seen your Dexcom and not understanding since a diabetic child apparently wasn't common according to them.

So, when you randomly pulled out a snack from your bag mid class, no one questioned it and instead would make sure you were okay. There'd never been a problem before in school and everyone wanted it to stay that way.

However, this new teacher, Mrs Byrne was apparently completely unaware of your medical condition.

"Y/N. You know the rules about eating in class." She said strictly, pulling away all the attention from the board onto you.

She stopped you in the middle of opening the packet of fruit gummies. You frowned, looking at her confused along with your classmates.

"I have diabetes." You said bluntly, continuing to open the packet. "I don't eat this and I'll pass out."

Mrs Byrne only rolled her eyes, smiling at you condescendingly. "I've heard that excuse hundreds of times, give those to me."

You scoffed at the audacity, refusing to hand over what was yours.

It was when she started walking towards your desk with a pep in her step that the entire class got involved. Their raised voices overlapped, some angrier than others over what was happening.

However, you too were Stubborn alike to your brothers so you kept as firm of a grip of the packet. You turned a blind eye to the anger fuelled cover teacher. You continued to smile as she spewed threats of all sorts.

Due to your frustration and annoyance over the teacher who wanted to take your gummies away, you didn't notice how everything started change; how hard it was to move your eyes and lips, your limbs getting heavier and you thoughts slowly getting muddled up.

Lost in a daze, you were no longer able to fight back when she pulled harder, successfully snatching the small packet out of your hands. It was now that the class got furious, your friends were already up and at your side but now they were verbally attacking the teacher.

Fed up with her petty behaviour, you were going to get up and go to the nurses office who would take care of you but getting out your seat was harder said than done.

With one of your friends help, you weren't too sure who was helping you from your hazy sight that cleared when you blinked too many times.

You were wobbly on your feet, taking slow and hesitant steps towards the front of the classroom but before you could leave, you felt your legs give out and everything went black.

*****

It turned out that supposed crime scene that he was imminently needed at was nothing but a prank by a bunch of college boys resulting in a grumpy Hank putting them in cuffs and having them fined for a very reasonable reason.

That's how the rest of the unit found themselves finishing up paperwork, catching up about life in general as they debated what they were getting for lunch.

Jay was smugly sitting back, eyes flickering between Kevin and Adam who were bickering over something trivial when his phone rung, catching everyone's attention.

They were all so bored and normally when one of their phones went off during work hours, it meant something came up and they were needed.

In interest, everyone turned their heads towards Jay and waited for him to tell them they got a crime scene.

Picking up his phone, Jay's brows furrowed at the number, confused as to why your school was calling him in the middle of the day. They'd only call him if two things happened: You'd gotten in trouble or you got hurt.

"Hello. Is this Y/N Halsteads brother Jay?" A voice he couldn't recognised asked, most likely some lady from the main office.

"Yeah, that's me." Jay confirmed, sitting up in preparation for whatever he was going to be told.

"So sorry to interrupt you sir but Y/N collapsed in class." The lady said with guilt laced in her words. "Your other brother didn't pick up the phone. We called to let you know we had to call the paramedics and they've taken her to Chicago Med."

"Uh yeah." Jay said, collecting his jacket and keys. "Yes, thank you."

Not waiting for a reply, Jay hung up and quickly knocked on Hank's office door frame.

"Sarge, I gotta get Y/N-"

"Go get her. We're done here."

*****

Wanting to pull his hair out, Will rubbed his eyes in frustration, glaring at his patients scans that only confused him further. He was tired and was coming to half way through his twenty four hour shift.

"Dr Halstead- Uh, Dr Rhodes in T4." Maggie stumbled, looking down at her brick and making sure she read it correctly.

"What's wrong?" Will asked, confused as to why Maggie changed her mind which she usually never did.

"It's Y/N."

Now fully awake, Will followed Connor towards the ambulance bay where you were being rolled in. You were groggily sitting up on the stretcher, you hair a mess and a few scratches around your face and hands from when you fell.

"Sylvie, what happened?" Will asked the blonde paramedic while looking you over. He desperately wanted to check you over himself but let Connor do his thing. He really did not need Ms Goodwin on his case today.

"Teachers didn't tell us much but her classmates said she collapsed after not being able to eat." Sylvie relayed the minimal information she knew, shrugging her shoulders when the two doctors looked at her weirdly. "No one would tell us anything more."

"Y/N, it's Connor. Can you hear me kid?" Connor said while pulling out his penlight. He was like another brother to you, his concern just as high. "Can you tell me what happened?"

You groaned, mumbling nonsense with your eyes screwed closed. Your words were mostly unintelligible but Will understood them mere seconds later.

Fixing the problem you complained about, Will turned down the lights and let Connor continue fussing over you.

It didn't take long to find out the cause of your collapse, Will sighing at the news when he read the numbers from your tests.

"I thought she was always on top of her sugar levels." Connor said, closing the room door so you could sleep in peace.

And what he said was completely true but they weren't aware of why you couldn't today specifically of all days.

"She is." Will said, rubbing a hand down his face in frustration. "Maybe her dexcom malfunctioned or something."

Connor hummed, agreeing with his friend.

"Hmm, maybe."

*****

Arriving at Med, Will gave Jay a detailed rundown of everything he new about your medical state but also the events pre your hospital arrival.

Getting a good look at you, holding your hand in his and kissing you on your forehead, Jay was more than happy to leave you in your oldest brothers safe hands while he got to the bottom of this entire ordeal.

He noticed Sylvie was still at Med, Foster mentioning they were running low on a few supplies so they needed some stocking up. Jay took this opportunity to interview the two paramedics and try to get further understanding on this situation that wasn't making much sense to him.

Arriving at your school, Jay had some thoughts in mind but they weren't very concrete and his confidence wasn't as strong as he'd like it to be.

Walking into the school, Jay immediately noticed an entire class sitting and standing around in the corridor waiting in front of the principals office.

One of the girls who had been sitting in a chair had caught sight of Jay, her eyes widening before she smiled, gently nudging the girl next to her and pointing in his direction. The girls reaction was the exact same.

This created a sort of domino effect as the boy next to her noticed Jay and everyone was telling the other of his sudden arrival. The once silent corridor was now beginning to fill with murmurs and whispers, all their eyes glued onto his figure that moved down the corridor, their shocked faces quickly changing into smiles and smirks.

It seems that Jay had a reputation of sorts.

"Why are you making so much noise? What did I just say about talking-"

The principal cut himself off from his scolding when he suddenly noticed Jay's presence, his face blanching as all the pieces clicked into place.

"Detective Halstead! What a surprise, we weren't expecting to see you so soon-"

This time Jay cut him off, not too bothered about his lack manners. "My brothers with Y/N at the hospital so I thought there was no other perfect time."

The principal remained silent.

"Now, why don't you explain to me why my sister fainted under your watch?"

The students behind Jay couldn't help but snicker knowingly.

[sincerelywhistler]

Freelancer!

More headcanons (ft. Gavin) under the cut!

^ and a Pinterest board bc I have a problem

- Hux calls them Skipper

- Matching heart hip tattoos w/ my Gav design & dyed the tips of their hair pink to match as well teehee

- Can get pretty nasty academic burnout and bouts of executive dysfunction

- Boba shop employee

- A dancer! Has a tiktok where they post choreo clips to and throwing it down to whatever songs are trending

- Big softy. So!! Cuddly!! World cold and harsh, Freelancer’s arms so warm and safe

- Gay awakening was Danny Phantom

- Chronic “lol” user while texting, and it gets on Damien’s nerves because nothing is even “lol” worthy about making dinner plans so STOP ENDING YOUR SENTENCES WITH LOL WHATS SO FUNNY BRO

- Filipino 🇵🇭

- Spicy foods = best foods. If their organs aren’t melting from the inside out then what’s the point??

- Pokémon sweat tbh

- Dr. Pepper addict

- Coffee hater, but they’ll drink it anyway if they’re desperate enough. They call it “dirty bean water” which both confuses and delights Gavin immensely

- Gave Gav a pair of cat ear headphones for the holidays, but they lowkey like how they look on him a lil too much so… that’s a pandora’s box situation for another day

- So many stupid and silly bumper stickers on their car (“Please don’t watch me park, I have performance anxiety”, “I break for roly-pollies”, etc.)

- Their favorite book genre is fanfiction on AO3

- Thus, shamelessly, they get some of their best ideas of how to rock Gavin’s world from smut fics

- Calls Gavin “playboy” when they’re being suggestive ;)

- Half of their paycheck would go to DoorDash if they got their way

- Has that natural aura where everyone can’t really help but crush on them a bit

- Lets Gavin change out their dexcom <3

- Has a collection of fun tape and/or transmitter stickers for said dexcom

- California born and raised

- If there is a DAMN rowing crew, they’re on it. Was quite exceptional on their high school team

- Can surprisingly be an efficient morning person (unless there’s a pretty incubus curled up at their side, then you’re playing by Cat Rules. Can’t move until the cat does first)

- Scared of heights, you’ll never find their ass on an airplane

vibe check Miles and take a peek at their pin board

[nightowl9914]

Uncle Jim, Daddy, and a Tiny Wedding Plan

Word Count: 747

💔(a little bit of angst) 💘 (mostly fluff and cuteness)

Summary: Luca had asked Street to babysit his 5-year old daughter Y/N during the weekend but there was a little bit of a problem in the middle of the babysitting but ended in good terms.

It was a rare weekend off for Luca. He’d finally caved and taken his girlfriend on a quiet cabin getaway—no radios, no tactical gear, no emergencies. Just trees, stars, and maybe some pancakes.

“Are you sure?” Luca asked, crouched in front of his five-year-old daughter, Y/N, who sat on the couch with a stuffed bunny in her lap and a juice box in hand. “You okay if Daddy goes away for the weekend?”

Y/N beamed. “Uncle Jim said we’re gonna build a pillow fort and make pancakes! And watch Moana two times!”

Luca gave a half-laugh, half-groan and looked over at Jim Street, who stood behind her, thumbs up and confident.

“I got this, man. It’s just one weekend. She’s the easiest roommate I’ve ever had.”

“Except she can school you at memory games,” Luca muttered, grabbing his bag. “Text me if anything happens. And keep an eye on her sugar levels. Her last low was only a week ago.”

“I got it,” Jim assured him, ruffling Y/N’s hair. “Have fun. You deserve it.”

Saturday Afternoon:

The day had gone off without a hitch. They had pancakes for breakfast, a movie marathon for lunch, and a fort so big it took over Jim’s entire living room.

But by late afternoon, things started to shift.

Jim noticed Y/N had gone quiet. Her giggles faded, and she was sitting in the middle of the pillow fort, blinking slowly and cradling her bunny.

“Hey, superstar,” Jim crouched beside her. “You okay?”

She nodded slowly, but her skin looked paler than usual. Her eyelids drooped.

Jim’s heart stuttered. He checked her Dexcom reader.

Low. Too low.

“Okay, we’re gonna fix this, kiddo. I got you.”

Panic started rising in his chest as he scooped her up, whispering, “It’s okay, I’ve got you,” and grabbed the emergency bag Luca had left. But even with the glucose tabs and juice, Jim couldn’t remember what came first, or how fast it would work.

His fingers fumbled over his phone. He called the one person who had kids and wouldn’t judge him for nearly crying:

“Deacon, I need you.”

Twenty Minutes Later:

Deacon showed up like a superhero���calm, steady, experienced, since this was his goddaughter. He rechecked Y/N’s sugar, got her sipping juice, and reassured Jim over and over.

“She’s going to be fine. You caught it early. You did good, Jim.”

Y/N started perking up about fifteen minutes later. Her cheeks had color again, her eyes were brighter.

“I feel floaty,” she whispered, holding onto Jim’s shirt.

“Yeah?” he laughed breathlessly, hugging her close. “You scared the crap outta me.”

“Uncle Jim said a bad word,” she tattled to Deacon in a sleepy whisper.

Deacon smirked. “Sounds like he owes you ice cream.”

Sunday Evening:

When Luca arrived at Jim’s door, Y/N ran into his arms before he even finished saying, “I’m back.”

“Hey, hey—there’s my girl!” Luca scooped her up, spinning her around. “How was your weekend?”

Y/N grinned. “I almost got floaty, but Uncle Jim fixed it with juice and Deacon came and I watched Moana three times and—and—”

Jim rubbed the back of his neck. “She had a low, but we handled it. Deacon helped.”

Luca’s expression darkened for a second, scanning her, but then he relaxed. She looked healthy, bright, and covered in paint.

“Thanks, man,” Luca said, pulling Jim in for a hug with his free arm. “You really came through.”

Y/N leaned her head on Luca’s shoulder, then suddenly perked up. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

She pointed at Jim. “I’m gonna marry Uncle Jim when I grow up.”

Luca nearly choked on a laugh.

Jim blinked. “Oh?”

“He gave me juice and watched cartoons and didn’t tell me I couldn’t wear my cape to breakfast.”

Deacon, who had just walked in with a bag of groceries for breakfast, snorted. “Well, that’s about all it takes at that age.”

Jim looked stunned. “Guess I better start looking at wedding venues.”

Y/N grinned. “You can wear your SWAT stuff. I’ll wear my sparkly tutu.”

Luca just sighed, grinning at the chaos around him. “As long as I don’t have to give a toast.”

Jim looked over. “Oh no, you’re definitely giving a toast. Best man duties and all.”

Deacon added, “I’ll officiate.”

And just like that, the living room filled with laughter, sticky fingers, and the quiet comfort of people who loved each other—even in the scary moments.

Even when someone gets floaty.

[asteralpine]

Can someone tell me why Dexcom spent the last four hours screaming at me that I was LOW (I didn't respond bc I felt fine) and now that I'm out of bed, my number is a much more reasonable 90?

It's not a compression low because right now the sensor is on the arm I do not sleep on.

Is my circulation THAT BAD??

[radioactivepigeons]

I am having an ER adventure with @dabblingreturns who is having A. Day.

CW: Car accident, vomiting, medical procedures,

We were supposed to go out for lunch, but I wanted my Dexcom, so we did a Safeway pharmacy side question this afternoon and then returned home bedraggled and feeling like shit. Which meant that at 6ish, I ordered Korean for pick up from the good place. My sister went to get me food becuase she lvoes me and also I am often useless after work and need to be horizonal.

I get a call that she's been in a car accident. Can I please come. It's close to the house, by a real police station, a fake police station, and a food network famous bakery that isn't even the best bakery on the block. My sister got out of the car, and she's laying on a bench becuase she feels light headed. Pay attention when Dabbling gets light headed.

A very nice nurse who was at the bar across the street comes over and checks Dabbling out. Quick neuro exam, but they decide to put her in a cervical collar because her neck hurts and she's a white girl in gold high heels laying on a bench becuase she feels ill. Eventually, she decides to go to the ER because (i) the fire fighters encourage it and (ii) our father has a general policy that you should air on the side of medical care becuase it's amazing the number of people who die with "Symptoms of a heart attack" still up on their computer. So, Dabbling goes in the ambulance.

I provide the cops with the car, provide personal details, and solve some problems. I also retrieve the korean food from the car because its being towed to a city lot and I'd just as soon not have our car smell like decaying fried chicken when we go to retrieve it. The street is still blocked in both directions at this point, so I get a Lyft to the hospital. I am shocky and freaking out. I trade our korean food to a man for a book; explain to the Lyft driver that the thing that happened up the block was a car accident, which is why I'm going to the ER. The ER door guards are very nice and tell me to take a breath and that they have tissues if I want some. Apparently I looked like I was either crying or about to. Please note that I was supposed to be the brain and logistics person.

Dabbling was in the waiting room when I asked at the desk for her. She eventually gets called back, they do an initial triage, and she starts to go paler and paler. She's been upright for maybe 40 minutes at this point. Pain relief, zolfran, a slight muscle relaxant, and we're sent ot the waiting room. ...Where she proceeds to start vomiting; locks herself in the bathroom; and then gets taken back to a room where she continues to vomit until she's brough up like 12oz fo fluid. It is bright pink. I inform my mother of this, and she wants to know what my sister has eaten to make her vomit pink. WTF Shoe complement count: 3.

My sister is now slightly paler than the sheet she's lying on, she has lost her emotional support pillow but retained her emotional support emesis bag, and we are rapidly entering the "sickly victorian child" vocie territory. Miette would have been proud of her tenor. She gets it from our mother. She also stopped making puns.

ER doc comes in. She is sadly not Shawn Hatosy but is very competent. She determines the collar bone, shoulder, and knee are not broken; orders a head CT; and is very concerned about the nausea. Because its a symptom of a concussion. Shoe complement count: 4

Drugs and being horizontal kick in shortly after this, and Dabbling starts to perk up, speak like a human, and make puns again. We are... somewhat relieved. IV fluids and IV meds are ordered, though, because we don't trust her stomach. A nurse determines an IV is needed. I dont like IVs and my blood sugar is crashing. IV attempt count: 1

I go on a side quest for sugar because I do not want to end up the second patient in the ER when my probelm should, in theory, be treatable by a vending machine and a can of coke. The ER vending machines do not have soda with sugar in it. The ER vending machines will not sell you anything with simple sugar in it. The ER vending machines don't believe in simple sugar. The ER vending machines also dont believe in exact change, because it took $9 between two people to purchase a bag of chips and a rice crispy treat. (The man with the chips was cute, he had nice eyes, and I hope he had a good night).

I return to Dabbling's room and get glares while I crouch by the trash can and eat a rice crispy treat. The nurses glare, but they'd also prefer I dont pass out. IV attempt count: 4

The doctor rules out concussion and a cervical fracture (yay!) She provides grippy socks. They are labeled with "L", which Dabbling assumes indicates the foot they should go on. They she realizes there are both labeled "L". Shoe complement count: 5 IV attempt count: 5

So... it turns out my sister does have veins. Its just that they're not very excited about the whole IV thing. They come back with an ultrasound. We discuss koolaid hair dye, sprinkle mini skein dying, furries, and helicopter jumping. IV attempt count: 6

Finally, someone else comes and gets the IV in. Blood work, IV anti emetic, IV pain killer; slow drip of the saline. Total IV attempts: 7.

She was released after about 4 hours with a recommendation to follow up with her primary care doctor and advice to come back to the ER if she has any issues. And, like, politely nice ER doctor, who the heck wants to come to the ER at two am when the period related nausea and vomiting can just as easily be treated with zolfran and not fluorescent lights.

They unhook her, go through the discharge paperwork (I am responsible for the discharge paperwork) and put her gold high heels on over the grippy socks. As we leave, a person in a pale green suit and a PROM COURT sash is arriving. I call a priority lyft, we get lost tramping aroudn the ER and are eventually delivered home.

There's a lot to deal with tomorrow. But, at least she doesn't have a cervical fracture and has veins?

[gtzgoblin]

Last night while rolling around with the false Dexcom alarms (seriously, anyone else just found their G6's have gone to total shit recently?) all night I pulled out my insulin pump and got a blissful hour or two of sleep while I was going into low-level ketoacidosis and yknow, now I feel like shit. So. Yeah. Not gonna say the technology is bad coz it isn't but it could be better. It could be fucking better.