The eleventh clue

So in my last post, I talked all about the ten clues that your insulin might be going bad.  On the way home friday, I stopped at the pharmacy and exchanged two dead bottles (both different lot #s, btw) for fresh ones.  Bottle #3, which had misbehaved at my first meal after opening, had settled down and seemed to work fine, and was yet another lot # from the others.

Remember how I mentioned that once your brain is in diabetes overload, and things seem to be "fixed", it turns off?  Well, guess what?  Mine has been in troubleshooting mode for over two weeks, and so this morning I woke up to:

• clue #11 - ketones - yup, sometimes it all slips by you until you wake with a 350 point rise overnight, moderate ketones, and feeling like Indy's stunt double after the dragged-behind-a-truck-by-your-bullwhip scene.  Nothing left to do but break out the syringe, yet another bottle of insulin, chug a gallon of water to try to flush things out, call in sick to work, and hope that things will be better tomorrow.

g'night all.

PS - I did decide to swipe the red-bearded Viking setup from Number Three Son, and keep that on the current bottle on my dresser, because every time I look at it I crack up.