I recently found myself in a very scary situation as a diabetic. Let’s just say that I was about to drive myself to the hospital for my blood sugars, which I’ve never had to do before. Spoiler alert: I didn’t and everything is fine now, but it was still a frustrating and slightly alarming afternoon.
It started at my company picnic. It was a beautiful spring day and I was happy to be outside with my coworkers.
But my blood sugar was high and rising fast.
I had bolused for my lunch and figured it would eventually come back down. I was away from my CGM playing frisbee, running to catch it, and figured the activity would probably help lower it too.
After playing for close to an hour, I checked my CGM, but instead of my blood sugar going down, it was still going up.
I corrected for the high giving more insulin and headed back inside to the office. My CGM started to point downward and I figured I was in the clear.
As soon as I got back to my office, I went straight into a meeting. I sat there trying to pay attention to what was being said, but I was starting to feel nauseous and out of it. I felt so sick, I knew something had to be wrong.
Luckily the meeting was short and I immediately checked my blood sugar number again, this time it had risen to over 500! I was shocked!
I texted my dad and my sister (who is a nurse and soon to be a nurse practitioner) and filled them in. Then I rushed to the bathroom and gave myself a shot and changed my infusion set.
I went and told my manager that I had to leave work early. I decided that if in one hour, my blood sugar wasn’t clearly going down, I would drive myself to the hospital. If all the insulin I had been giving wasn’t working, I knew I needed to get help.
I got home and checked my ketones, which looked fine. Then I got a large glass of water and laid down on the couch, praying that my blood sugar would start to drop. About a half an hour later, I started to get some good news. And as it continued to fall, I gave my dad and sister a play-by-play.
I was slightly bummed that I was missing my weekly bootcamp workout class, but I was just so relieved that my blood sugar was coming down. And as it dropped, I started to feel better physically too.
I continued to lay on the couch, taking it easy as I watched my blood sugar fall. Soon it was dropping double arrows fast. I started to worry that I may have given too much insulin and I was going to crash, which has happened many times before. I just wasn’t in the mood to be caught on a roller coaster of highs and lows.
But finally, after about a total of 3 hours later, my blood sugar was almost completely back to normal and I could finally relax.
So everything was fine and life went on, but it definitely was an experience that I hope never happens again!
So sorry you had to endure that glucoaster, Reva! But glad it all worked out, without needing to go to the hospital. Great bitmojis to go with this post, btw! 😉
Thanks, I’m glad too!
I’m bummed that this happened to you, but I’m so glad it worked out OK. Love, love, love the bitmojis too! Miss you!!
Thanks Kristen! ❤
Oh, I once had spoiled insulin direct from the pharmacy, but yeah I know the feeling. I am so glad you are fine.
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of May 30, 2016.
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