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Certainly you MUST be mistaken

Same ould every day, ok night, bedtime BG check…5, 4, 3, 2, 1…29. Wait, WHAT? There’s no way. Let’s try that again shall we? Poke…5, 4, 3, 2, 1…33. HUH? Even though i didn’t really feel low…and Dexcom wasn’t showing low or dropping and any ridiculous rate, these numbers were just not computing.
I was not alone, thankfully, but I didn’t feel like one should feel with a BG in the low 30’s range. The last time I had a reading in the 30’s, I woke up in the ER. Freaked out much? Um, yes. So I grabbed a glass and poured it full of OJ and downed it. Then and only then did I start to feel bad. My usual low symptoms of sweaty, shaky and still a little confused. Finally getting my thoughts as straight as they were going to be at the time, I decided to eat something. Instead of just drinking juice. For me, If i have something with protein or long lasting carbs, that tends to keep me more stable, especially over night.
Or NOT. I had Dex wake me up another 3 times over night with low alarms. Seriously in need of more caffeine this morning. I think what scares me most is that even with a CGM, I must have been crashing really quick for the Dexcom not to catch up…how much longer did I have before I would have been symptommatic or even just pass out.
Oh well, just another T1D day.

4th Annual Diabetes Blog Week – 5/15/13 – Day 3

Today’s Prompt:
Today we’re going to share our most memorable diabetes day. You can take this anywhere…. your or your loved one’s diagnosis, a bad low, a bad high, a big success, any day that you’d like to share. (Thanks to Jasmine of Silver-Lined for this topic suggestion.)

My most memorable day in 17+ years in living with Type 1 Diabetes was actually just within the last couple of months. I have touched on this in previous posts, but it is important. I woke up Easter Sunday morning. Thank God that I woke up. I honestly thought I was dreaming. I was laying down, covered by a sheet, almost completely. The sheets were actually covering my eyes. I knew I was waking up though. I remember holding on to the sheets, but not moving them. I remember seeing a post on the wall. I had always been told that you can’t read words or see numbers when you are asleep or dreaming. Which, ok, whatever. But I could read everything on the poster. At that point I realized there was an armband around my wrist. I picked it up to my head so I could read it. Still not moving the sheets mind you. I saw my name and patient code of EMS. I happen to work at this hospital so I knew what it meant and I knew then that it was real. I still didn’t know why I was there though. I sat straight the hell up. I remember them calling my name and telling me to lay back down. “UM, no but thank you. What is going on?” I do remember neither my boyfriend or my mother was there, and I was just lost. I needed someone. They said they were both in the waiting room. “Thanks but get one of them back here, and by the way, how long have I been here?” “Oh only about ten minutes.” Seriously. That’s it. Ok. Well my boyfriend came back and told me what had happened. I was in shock, I really was. He said I was moving around in bed and pretty much hitting him. It woke him up. He definitely realized what was going on and why I was acting like I was. He grabbed my kit and tested my, took a couple of tries, but finally got it. He got readings of 40 mg/dl and thereabouts. He grabbed my glucose gel and tried to get me to take some but even though my eyes were open, no one was home. This didn’t work. He called my mom and she drove over. Keep in mind this is all in the wee hours of the morning. She got in my face and couldn’t get me to respond. That was it. He grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder, and brought me to the ER. We were literally minutes away and 911 would have taken forever and a day, plus he knew I would be pissed if I found out I was brought over in an ambulance for some reason.
At any rate, this day will not soon fade from my memory. And I am more grateful than words could ever express that he was home when I needed him. See, he works as an engineer offshore. So he is only home with me for half of our lives together. I don’t know what I would have done without him. I just know I would have been another case of the increasing cases of “Dead in Bed” that is coming up more and more. It’s just unthinkable how fortunate I am to have him. And I try to let him know that every chance I get. He has stuck with me for nearly 10 years now, and I can only pray that he keeps putting up with me and everything that is entailed of my complicated crap disease. I, also am greatfull to the ER doc and the nurses that finally were able to find a line to give me emergency medications via IV. “Did you know you have no veins?” No, really tell me more.

This might be too good to be true…my Pink Miracle

I saw my new endo last week. I went because I had that lovely trip to the ER on Easter Sunday morning with a hypo that I didn’t feel and slipped me into unconsciousness, or as they called it and “altered mental status”. Scared the crap out of me and I don’t ever ever want that to happen to me or my loved ones again. I asked about CGMs at my appointment and she was encouraging about them. After I was sent home with some pamphlets and reading materials, I made the choice, on my own, to go for it. It wouldn’t hurt to try it. I called the nurse back and asked what I needed to do to get the show on the road and get everything in motion. All that had to be done was she had to call the rep and have the rep call me and start the paperwork. OK…sounds easy enough. The next afternoon the rep called me and got what he needed from me. I just needed to fill out my insurance info and fax it to him with my cards. Easy enough. Since I was at work, I filled out what I needed to, copied what I needed to and away went the fax. Now they will call my insurance and do all of the leg work for me. This sounds promising. And I don’t want to get too hopeful because nothing has ever happened for me this easily. Especially medically speaking. I am hoping that I get a call with the all clear, and to find out what color G4 (WOO HOO!) that I want ordered and to plan the next step of getting started. By the way….PINK Baby!!!!! So hopefully in the next couple of days or next week I will find out where everything stands. I hope with every ounce that I am, that for once in my life, this will work out for me favorably. I want so much to get better control and right now this is my shot. I was in such denial for a lot of years and now that I want to get myself right and be in control, as much as I can be, I am hoping for my Pink Miracle. 🙂 Until I find out more…all the best…Lainie

Well THAT Most Definitely Scared the Stuff Out of Me

I went to bed Saturday night, at a respectable blood sugar of 94. I wake up this morning and it takes me a minute to realize where I am. I most definitely was not at home in my bed. I was in the ER! Wait, what?? What the hell happened?? I didn’t remember ANYTHING. And that scared me more than anything. Apparently, my sugars crashed last night. (STILL trying to figure out what happened). So the story goes, I apparently dropped, and that didn’t wake me up. So I guess, I was starting to throw some punches and kicks and woke up my boyfriend. After he woke, he figured out what was going on, tested my sugar, and found me to be at 44. Verified that with another one, this time 40. Apparently I was completely out of it. And also not willing to cooperate. He tried to get me to take glucose gel, which even though it doesn’t taste bad anymore, I was still having none of it. My eyes were open, but I wasn’t there. He called my mom, who is about 5 minutes away, to come help. Keep in mind this is all about 430am-500am. After she got there, they discovered the emergency Glucagon was expired and that was it…in the car he plopped me and to the ER we went. I woke up very shortly thereafter and when I figured out after a minute where I was and what happened, I was scared. Not so much that I dropped. Not at all. It happens. But when it does, I KNOW that it happens. I feel it, I test, I treat and I’m good. Even if it is in the middle of the night, I somehow wake up on my own and am able to treat myself. I have NEVER had this happen to me, EVER. And that is what scared the crap out of me. I hadn’t had a CLUE of what happened, no recollection, nothing, nada, zip. The ONLY thing I could even possibly think of is that when I dropped, I was in that deep of a sleep, that I didn’t wake. But who knows. Maybe it was a fluke.
No new meds, same doses, same everything. I tested no less that I test on any given day. I didn’t do any more work than usual…Nothing…
After 16+ years of T1D, this is the first time this happened. I don’t guess that’s too bad. Hopefully it is the last.
I guess what bothers me the fact that I had to depend on someone else to take care of me, and today, to save my life. I’ve always been able to do this on my own if I had to. I’ve always had people there for me, but I did everything myself.
I am going to back Lantus down a couple units until I get to see my doc and level me out. I have been slightly lower than normal, but nothing to warrant this, at all.
I’ve been contemplating a CGM of some sort for a while now, and I think I am going to finally do it. This might have been the push I needed.
It just goes to show you, you can do everything right, follow every rule, and diabetes doesn’t always do the same for you. Just a little fairness is all I ask. But some days, like today, I think its just a little too much to ask.
And as silly as it might sound, I am actually scared to go to bed tonight.