OK, big confession of the month (year?): I am happier without a CGM on. I am not proud of this, because I know I should be basking in the latest and greatest tools available to me, but it is the truth.

I do not like wearing the CGM sensor. I do not enjoy the skin irritations, the incessant beeping, the relative inaccuracies (lag time!), and the constant nagging obligation to keep track of yet another device that not only needs calibrating and charging, but also poops out every time it's more than 10 feet away from my body and needs to be restarted. {insert exasperated grunt}

I do not enjoy the insertion process. Or the fact that I often see numbers quite significantly different than what my fingerstick meter is telling me. Gotta go with the plasma blood from fingertips, right?

My poor skin is already riddled with "overused sites" from my insulin pump and no, Viki, I have not figured out a permanent solution to my medical adhesive allergy issue.

Overall, wearing my latest CGM continuously was a LOT of fuss and discomfort, for very little value-add — as long as things are going well. By that I mean that the CGM has been a real life-saver for me when I hit a bad patch, like last winter when I suddenly seemed to be hovering over 200 BG all the time, no matter what I did. Suddenly, nothing made sense any more! I wanted to cry and scream and stomp on my stupid diabetes tools. But in fact, wearing the CGM then gave me the reassurance that: 1) I was able to do something to address this diabetes disaster, and 2) I could detect if I was getting dangerously high — over the 200s — and might be heading towards ketoacidosis. Yipes!!

When things go that sour, of course I'm willing to do anything to get a grip on my bouncing BG levels. Good to know that the CGM is there to call upon if and when you "need an anchor in your roiling seas," as fellow T1 PWD writer as Riva Greenberg puts it. But for now, it seems both Riva and I have decided to set the CGM aside for a while.

To be precise, I took mine off the day I heard my father-in-law died. It was at the AADE Conference this summer in Las Vegas, and it was hot and sticky and my two insertion sites were itching like mad. When I called my husband and he dropped the news that this beloved man — more a father to me than my own father was — had passed away, I sort of "lost it" and ripped that thing right off my skin. I was coherent enough to know the pump couldn't go... And thankfully, my glucose levels remained pretty steady and sane despite the volcano going off in my head.


Anyway, I thought I'd put the CGM back on in a few days, once I was feeling better. But gradually, I noticed that I was feeling better in part because it wasn't on me.

It itches, and beeps, and gives inaccurate readings (or at least numbers that don't match my other tools, due to the infamous "lag time" issue). It pulls out and conks out, and actually says "ERR" at those times — which is just how I feel then, just like Riva (ERR!!!).

As Riva says: I wanted to love you CGM, truly I did. But for now, you are relegated to my emergency back-up plan.

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