Sometimes I think life gives us some not so subtle reminders that SHIT HAPPENS, and that no matter what, we need plow through the muck and get back on track!
The past 16 hours have sucked blood sugar wise – And I’m going to be totally honest with you, it scared the shit out of me.
Starting at 9pm last night, my numbers started to go all spaceman on me. Seriously, it was like my body decided that it wanted to go to mars, and didn’t care if I wanted to go along for the ride.
The day started out picture perfect, numbers stayed in the 120’s most of the day. Dinner I was 168, but I wasn’t too concerned.
I was eating a low carb dinner (salmon, ½ a sweet potato and sautéed broccoli) and bolused accordingly. Later (because fish always leaves me hungry an hour later), I had some low carb chips and salsa (this snack never screwed with my numbers before) and once again, I bolused accordingly.
I was tired last night. I’d been fighting a sore throat since last Thursday and had worked a full day. I wanted to veg-out. I got in PJ’s and settled down in front of the TV.
But soon I had a headache, and my high blood sugar radar jumped into gear.
At 9 p.m I took my blood sugar and it was 250
And that's when my blood sugar started going apocalyptic.
9:30 PM: 235
10:15 PM: 260
I changed my site, thinking it would help.
11:30 PM: 277 – and I still had insulin on board. But I gave myself extra 1.5 units anyway.
Cut to 7:00 AM this morning: I was blowing a 459 – That’s not a typo people, that’s was my actual blood sugar - and it freaked me out. I was really scared and I seriously couldn’t recall (though I'm sure it was recent) the last time my blood sugar had been over 250, (except for last night), let alone 459.
My lips were so cracked they were bleeding and I was thirsty, but I didn’t feel dizzy or nauseous, just frightened.
I tested again, 447 - Don't even get me started on meter inaccuracies! Then I started cursing myself for not setting my alarm for a 3am #bg check!
I mumbled: Kelly, how the fuck could you be so stupid!! And then I got to work on situation.
I changed my site again. I had 10 units of left insulin in my cartridge, but I switched it out for a new insulin anyway.
I tested for ketones and held my breath. NOTHING – How the hell is that possible? But at least something was going right.
But I peed on a ketone strip again just to be certain. Still, no ketones.
I gave myself the biggest correction bolus of my life – 9.4 units and waited.
And my numbers started going down.
And currently, my blood sugar is 178.
I’m starting to breathe again – but I’m still cautious, and cautiously optimistic.
I still worked on work stuff all morning, while working through my blood sugar rebellion, drinking massive doses of water and one cup of coffee and I’m thankful that my numbers were heading south and I had no ketones.
But I’m still not sure what happened. Was it a wicked combo of fighting off a sore throat, an infusion set ceasing to work, insulin getting all skunky, and misbehaving carbs all working together for a perfect storm of blood sugars gone wild?
Honestly, I don’t care what it was, as long it never happens again!
I’ve worked hard to maintain my numbers and the past 16 hours reminded me exactly why.