The streak has finally ended … all thanks to a leaky site 😦 Boo. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted! 🙂 I had checked my blood sugar Sunday night before dinner, and it was 207 – what the…? I only had a tuna sandwich and Sun Chips for lunch and I accounted for every carb. So I bolused for dinner (with a correction built in there) and enjoyed every carb-filled bite of my corny dog. Then at bedtime I was 259. Huh? So I looked at my site and it didn’t look bad, or feel damp, but then when I started thinking about it … I couldn’t remember what day I’d put it in … which means it had been too many days. (I think I was actually on day 6 or 7 – which insert obligatory disclaimer here is not recommended by the FDA, btw.) Once I pulled the site, it was very damp under the tape .. which means I had a leaky site. I shouldn’t have been surprised. It had definitely been in there for too long.
So I corrected for the 259 and then went to bed (again, not a good idea. And I’m ‘bout to tell you why.)
I remember waking up a few times through the night a little sweaty .. but I didn’t think too much about it. I had taken off my cgm the night before because the sensor ended, and I didn’t want to wait for the 2 hour calibration, so my plan was to put it back on in the morning. Wish I’d had it on, though.
At 5 am I woke up again, this time more alert, and I was drenched. The ‘hair plastered to my head’ and ‘stuck to the sheets’ kinda drenched. Gross. I reached over to get my meter and my hubby heard me and asked if I need anything. “Yes, I think I need a juice box, please.” I usually keep one on the nightstand but the only one that was there now was the empty one from last night.
He came back to see a 47 on my screen. Ruh roh. He asked if I needed anything else. “Yes, a banana please.” I knew if I went into the kitchen myself (which I could have done at this point) I would have eaten everything in sight to get my sugar back up quickly, and I was trying to avoid that.
Drank my juice and ate my banana … and finally started to feel better. And then came the chills. Not sure if anyone else does this, but I’ve only remembered it happening 3 or 4 times in the last 20 years. Last time was at camp a few months ago. I crawled back under my sheets (which were still damp) and started shivering. I had sweated so much that by the time I stopped sweating, I got cold. VERY cold. Chilled to the bone kinda cold. I finally got up to take a hot shower – and that helped, but didn’t make me completely warm again. Got out of the shower and put on my winter (thick, long sleeve) robe. And I live in Texas where it’s triple digits every day – so this was way out of character (the norm) for me. (Or anyone in their right mind for that matter lol)
Got to work and checked my bg so I could eat my oatmeal.. and I was 186. *sigh*
Just another day in the life …. 😉