Sometimes, "The Betes" does play nice - just when you need it to most!
This past Saturday started off just like most, except for the crazy cold and wind, that gave a whole new meaning to the term; "Shiver me timbers!"
I woke up (much later than usual,) and felt good- maybe a tad tired, but nothing crazy.
I ate my Greek yogurt, drank my coffee, and tried to catch up on some work. I really did try to play catch-up, but my head started hurting. I grabbed my meter and it said 173 - not terrible. I did a correction bolus and met my friend for a late lunch.
I ordered a Spanish omelet and it was good....I just couldn't finish it.
2 hours after, my head still hurt and my bg was 200. I did another correction bolus and contemplated dinner.
But I wasn't hungry... and my stomach was cramping. I popped two gas-x and hoped for the best.
by 7pm my bg was 127 and I felt crappy.
I lowered my bolus, had a few sips of juice juice and didn't bolus.
By 9pm I really didn't feel well, my stomach was still cramping and I my bg was 112.
I drank a juice box, lowered my basal rate and went to bed.
At 11:30 my bg was 72 and I felt like crap. I drank another juice box and took my temperature, which was 97.9
By midnight I felt like Linda Blair in THAT scene from THE EXORCIST.
I grabbed my trash can and I HURLED. Then I hurled again. And then, just when I thought there was nothing left in me, I HURLED again.
Ironically, my head DID NOT spin and I didn't require a preist (old or young) at my bedside!
I did however, require sleep, and lots of it.
But before I could close my eyes. I took my blood sugar and I was 111.
I lowered my bolus (yet again (way down to a temp basal rate of 0.2) and went to bed.
I woke up at 8:30 on Sunday morning and my bg was 120. I slept on and off all day, drank ginger ale, ate saltines and barely bolused. The whole day, my blood sugar didn't go above 125 and I didn't get sick.
By dinner time I felt well enough to have some soup (homemade squash made by yours truly - it was fantastic) and crackers.
I woke up this morning and felt much better. My bg was 112 and I made it to work 10 minutes early.
Diabetes really behaved when I needed it to - so I just thought I'd say "Thank-You" publicly!