We're in the middle of some remodeling and it's totally got me off my game. I'm not a particularly neat person, but I am definitely a home body, so having my haven of calm disrupted by torn up walls, sheet rock, sheet rock dust, torn up floors, rooms full of displaced furniture from the rooms being remodeled, all adds up to a major rattling of my cage. Which is normal I guess but as with most normal things, diabetes adds another fun filled layer that can shift an experience from annoying to physically challenging and even dangerous. Case in point. Over the last 3 days I've made mistakes that I've literally never made before now. And not just one. Many, all in a row. What's going on here? I've forgotten to take my dinner insulin dose resulting in a 350 b/s at bedtime, resulting in another 340 b/s in the middle of the night and then a crash in the early morning because I over judged how much insulin I needed. Hi zombie woman the next day. Then last night I forgot to reattach my pump after a bath, discovering the mistake at bedtime, an error that would have meant a high b/s under normal circumstances but for some reason in this case, I was 56 so it didn't actually matter so much except for the freak out factor of realizing I'd forgotten to reattach the pump in the first place. Excuse me? Then this morning, it was time to change out the site, a fact that I had noted last night, this morning before my shower, and again after my shower as I was getting dressed. Normally I'd change out the site before I left for work, which I planned to do as usual today. Right. I got to work, picked up some breakfast, went to bolus and remembered that yes, I needed to change out my pump this morning but hadn't. Luckily, I had enough insulin left to cover the meal so I bolused, called my lovely husband and asked him to drop by some fresh insulin on his way to work because the vial I had with me was ancient. In the past I have never, I mean never, been in this position before, so frankly I'd forgot to change out the vial in the last year. Wow. I'm most definitely off my attention game here. Which makes me realize how much I'm usually on it (and for what it's worth, how much I hate remodeling). But ultimately, it really reminds me of how much I need to pay attention at times when my routine is out of sync. Because, though the situation at hand is most definitely annoying, given the right circumstances, diabetes can make it become a lot worse. After all, there's no negotiating with diabetes here. If you mess up, you mess up and pay the consequences. Period. Boy I hope the new floors, pretty picture window and big open, sunny room will be worth it. I'm sure it will be, if I don't land myself in the hospital or something stupid like that before it's done! Yikes.