Some days I feel like I have this diabetes thing figured out … and some days I definitely do not. Yesterday was one of the days that I clearly did not have it all figured out. And felt like diabetes had control of me, instead of the other way around.
I was fine until lunchtime when we ordered Pei Wei in at work. I do not eat a lot of Asian food, because it always makes me go high – no matter how much I bolus for. (YDMV) But it was a team lunch, and I didn’t finish the rice, trying to cut back on some of the carbs. But an hour later I was over 400. And I wasn’t coming down. Luckily, I had brought my “go pack” with me that had an extra site change in it – which, I am not good at carrying with me to work at all, but I am so thankful I did have it.
I ended up doing a correction with a syringe, and also changed my site in a bathroom stall at work (I’m sure the person in the next stall thought I was playing a video game, with all the beeping that was going on.) After a couple more hours, I finally had a down arrow on my CGM. But boy, was I tired. And thirsty.
Fast forward to the evening. I was in the high 100s but manageable. Had dinner with my kids (husband was en route home from a business trip) and around 10pm I corrected for my bg to bring me back into range. The settings are standard and are pre-programmed into my pump.
At 2am my husband wakes me up and I open my eyes to him standing over me, opening up a juice box. He said, “Your Dexcom is saying you’re 46- you need to drink this juice.” What’s odd is I almost always wake up when I’m low. But this time I didn’t. But I felt “fine” so I asked him to bring me my tester because I was sure I wasn’t THAT low (which should have been on my nightstand, but it was in the kitchen.) He did, and I was 41. And once my brain knew I was truly that low, that’s when I started feeling it – sweating, shaking, panic mode almost set in. I sat up in bed and downed the juice box. Then I looked at my phone and I had 4 missed texts and a missed call and voicemail from 2 friends that are able to see my Dexcom data and get alerts when I am going too low. One of these friends is on the East coast so it was super early for her (sorry bout that, Karen!) I immediately texted both of them back and let them know that Dan had woken me up and that I was ok. Then I drank a 2nd juice box because I was not coming up fast enough. I ended up coming up to 93, but I was a little scared to go back to sleep until I knew for sure I was not going to go low again.. So needless to say, coffee is my friend this morning.
Now, I do have an alarm on my phone as well – in case you’re wondering why everyone else was getting the alarms but me. I use the Dexcom G5 and a downside to only using my phone and not the transmitter, means that if my phone is on silent (which it was last night), then I do not hear the alarms. Lesson learned.
But that could have had a very different outcome. Had my husband not been home, I do not know how much lower I would have gone. Or when/if I would have woken up. That is a scary thought, and it is every diabetic’s worst nightmare. But this was a happy ending, and this morning I had a beautiful 117 on my screen and it’s a brand new day. And for that, I am thankful for the do-over.