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It happened again! I can’t believe it and I am so irritated by it!

I worked at my mom’s shop on Friday. We didn’t work hard, we goofed off more, and just hung out. We sampled some new juices she had, and talked. I was there from noon – 4:30 when I headed home. Before heading home I thought I felt a little low, but I was in a hurry, so instead of testing my sugar I just ate an orange, and drank some juice before getting in the car to drive home. I texted my husband on my way home to see how his day was. He got off work at 5, so he would be home just a few minutes after me. Since he was going to be home right after me, I didn’t mention that I was just then on my way home.

When I got home I went in and played with the puppy for a few minutes. I sat in her chair with her…….and the next thing I know I’m dreaming. My dream is about being in a diabetic coma from a low. I can hear people talking about someone who is in a coma and asking questions of someone about it. I am just thinking, I am so glad that is not me, and this is just a dream. I feel cold, so cold that I am shaking profusely and can’t get myself to stop no matter how hard I try. And wait, now I hear the puppy barking in the background, and someone says “small poke”. Was that to me?? The voices start to clear up and I realize that I’m not having a bad dream, this is real, and it’s me who’s in a diabetic coma.

Oh crap, I thought. I wanted more than anything to just wish it away. To keep my eyes closed and turn it into a dream. But I knew I couldn’t. I opened my eyes to 4 paramedics and my husband, all gathered around me on the couch. I didn’t know what day it was, or what time it was. It looked like afternoon, judging from the sunlight. I thought that was weird, because it should be morning right?

The paramedics asked me questions…..”Do you know who that guy is?” they asked, pointing to my husband. I nodded and my brain quickly said, “My husband” but it was much harder to get my mouth to form the words and get them out.  It probably sounded more like “Ay Usand” Ugh, I felt like a retard. Nothing is more frustrating than knowing how to say it correctly and thinking so clearly, but speaking so slowly and unclearly. They asked me if I could tell them his name. I mumbled it the best I could.

When I looked at him he looked so stressed out. He mouthed, “I’m sorry” at me. I knew he hated calling the paramedics because he knew how much I hated having them there.

They tested my sugar again and it was 121, so they packed everything up, took my iv out, and were on their way out. Once they left I asked T what happened. I had no idea what had happened. He said when we got home he found me passed out in Emma’s chair, with Emma freaking out, barking at me and scratching at me. He had no idea how long I’d been home, so he didn’t know how long I’d been out. He tested my bs and it was 22. He got some fast acting glucose gel out of the cupboard and squirted some in my mouth. I spit it out. I don’t know why, but I fight him tooth and nail when he tries to help me! He put more in my mouth and tried to pour some juice down my throat to wash it down. I spit it out again, and he said it sounded like I was going to choke so he stopped trying that. He tested my sugar again and it was up to 28. He was relieved and thought he could get it up. He waited a little longer and tested again and it was back down to 21. When it started going back down he called the paramedics. He said it took them a half hour to get there, and when they tested my sugar it was down to 16. Thats the lowest it’s ever been!

They hooked me right up to the iv and pumped in the dextrose, and T said that in 30 seconds I was waking up. They did another finger stick on me a few minutes later (Which hurt like the dickens by the way, and actually STILL hurts!! This is why I don’t do finger sticks!) and it was 121. It’s amazing how fast that stuff works!

I am so irritated that this happened while I was awake! I could understand my other one a little, since I have a hard time waking up when I’m having a bad low, but this, this is not ok with me at all. And I didn’t feel bad, I just felt tired I think, because if I remember correctly I just decided to take a little nap. Although it wasn’t a nap at all!

So 30 minutes later we tested my sugar again and it was 83….going down. So T gave me a piece of bread with jelly on it to get it back up. I ate it while he held me, wrapped in a blanket because I was freezing. I was still shaking and having a hard time moving and talking quickly. My shirt and hair was sticky from when I’d spit out the gel and juice T had tried to give me. As soon as I stopped shaking I got in the shower. It warmed me up and cleaned me off.

After my shower we tested my sugar again and it was 171, going up. I started making dinner while T worked on a work project. A half hour later dinner was ready and I tested my sugar again. It was up to 298!!! Ugh, I felt like crap with it that high. Nauseous!! Of course I didn’t want to take to much insulin and have another low, so I gave myself enough for dinner, with about 5 units extra, which should have brought it down about 200 points.

I tested an hour later, 348. Now I was getting pissed. Again, I didn’t want to over-do it with the insulin, so I gave myself 4 more units. I still had a little of my insulin from dinner working for me.

I tested an hour later, 398! I couldn’t believe it! Really?? I took 5 more units, and one hour later I was down to 312. At least it was going down! An hour later I was in the 200’s, and an hour later, right before bed, I was down to a comfortable 107!

So, my low started at 5pm, and the repercussions from it lasted until 2am!

The important part is that I am ok. I don’t know why it happened, but I don’t want it to happen again! I test my sugar every 2 hrs now while I’m at work and report the reading to my husband. When I’m with him, he can always tell right away when I am having a low. He says he can see it in my face and eyes. It’s when I’m not with him that we’re worried about.

I’m hoping this won’t ever happen again!

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Saturday morning I thought I was having a dream about my husband making me drink egg nog. It completely felt like an out of body experience, like I was watching myself. I watched my dream while I drank the egg nog, and a few minutes later I could feel the glass in my hand. I thought, this can’t be real. But sure enough it was. It felt just like when I woke up to the paramedics in my room with the iv. Except this time, my husband took care of me all by himself!
He said he woke up because I was making weird noises in my sleep. He shook me to wake me up, and he said I looked at him, but there was no response. He testes my blood sugar and it read 26! My blood sugar has never been that low before! He said he went to the kitchen to get my some juice. He cradled my head and helped me drink 2 glasses. I don’t remember that at all, but when he showed me the cup I remembered seeing the cup. Weird.
After the juice he waited 15 min’s and tested my sugar again. Still 26. Thats when he went and got the low fat egg nog. Thats stuff is chocked full of carbs! 20 carbs in 4 oz! He asked me to take the glass and drink the egg nog. He said he could tell it was hard for me to take the glass, but I was able to and I very slowly, and with much prompting, drank it all by myself.
That’s when I started really coming back into consciousness. Once I realized that this was all real, my husband said he could see the light come back to my eyes. He said it was such a relief. I asked him what happened, and he went through the story with me.
I was so frustrated that I’d pretty much gone into another diabetic coma from low blood sugar! I adjusted my basal settings at that hour, and then couple hours preceding it. It is so scary being unconscious!
So far adjusting the basal settings helped, and I haven’t had any more horrible lows like that yet. But 2 in 4 months when before I’d never had any?? I’m wondering if I’m becoming a brittle diabetic.
I’m going to tell my doctor, and hopefully it will give her more leverage to get my insurance to approve the CBGM for me. I really need it.

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One night, my husband Travis and I decided to have some drinks. I had about a bottle of red wine to myself that night. I woke up to 5 male paramedics standing around my bed. I thought it had to be a dream so I closed my eyes again, but then I felt that I had oxygen tubes in my nose and I could hear a bunch of people talking about me, so I realized it was real.

When I opened my eyes the 2nd time, One of the paramedics said,” Welcome Back Sarah. Don’t move your arm ok, and don’t panic about all the blood on your sheets, we had a little trouble getting your iv in. Do you know whats going on?” I had been scanning the room while he was talking and by this time I had finally located Trav, standing at the foot of my bed next to a couple other paramedics. I realized that this must be happening because I’d had a low blood sugar, so I nodded yes at the guy who asked if I knew what was going on. I looked at my arm, and the pool of blood next to it. Blah, that grossed me out.

One of the medics said, “We heard you were partying like a rock star last night”. I tried to laugh…a little snicker is all I managed. They took the oxygen mask off, and took the iv out. The lead medic told me I should go to the doctor for a follow up, and had me sign a release saying that I didn’t want to go to the hospital. It was crazy how hard it was for me to do normal things when I woke up. It was hard to move, hard to talk. It didn’t feel real at all.

After they left Trav came over to me and hugged me. He started crying. He said he didn’t know what to do. He woke up at 6 and I was shaking and he couldn’t wake me up. He knows how much I hate it when he calls the ambulance (he called it one other time before we were married when we wasn’t with me and when they got there I woke up and opened the door for them, so after they left I called Trav upset that he had called them. He said I was really out of it and he didn’t know what else to do. So he didn’t want to call them prematurely again), so he tried everything to wake me up, but I guess I just wouldn’t. I told him it was ok that he called, he did what he had to do. Poor guy. He said they had 3 medics holding me down and one trying to put the iv in and they still had trouble because I was jerking my arm away. Sounds about right. I hate ivs and blood draws!

I know it was the wine. I’d been having trouble with lows in the morning, but never ever have I not been able to wake up because it’s so low. Never. It sucked. But I’m alive and well and we’ve given Trav a few more ideas of things he can give me to help me wake up when I’m unresponsive before calling 911. We also got a glucagon shot for the house. I used to get them once a year but I never used them, or even came close to needing one. I stopped getting them a few years ago. Now I realize that it would save a lot of time, money, embarrassment, and trouble to just have one available!

I don’t plan on having that happen again. It was very scary. I’m glad I’m ok and back with the “concious” people! It was a learning experience and definatly got me to pay much closer attention to my lows and try harder to avoid them!

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Monday’s are such hard days for me. It’s so difficult to get back into the work groove after enjoying the weekend! And on top of that it seems that Mondays are always the busiest and most hectic day of the week! I hate when my alarm goes off at 6:45 and I have to get out of bed. Especially now that it’s getting colder, I just want to snuggle underneath the warm covers that much more! But, alas, life goes on!

So far this cycle, this half of this cycle (pre-o, confusing enough?) has been nothing like my last one! I haven’t had to adjust how much insulin I take when I eat, nor have I had to adjust my basal settings. It’s very strange. So, I’ll continue to keep a close eye on it. So far though, my sugars have been pretty good. Not many crazy lows ( a few) and just a few highs, usually caused from bringing up lows! It’s not perfect though, and thats that I’m working on!

I’ve been enjoying some wine over the past few days. Wine tends to cause lows, but not until the next morning. I’ve experimented and so far it seems that if I eat a piece of bread before bed, I can avoid the lows. Also, it seems to be a great way to avoid a hangover!

A couple months ago I didn’t know how low the wine could take me, and it took me into my first diabetic coma. It was very scary! I’ll save that story for another post though.

Not a lot new to report right now. I’m just working through every day, trying to have the best sugars I can! It would help if the candy dish at work wasn’t full…. 🙂

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Overall yesterday was a pretty good day. Other than my waking high sugar, and my after lunch high, my other sugars were all good.

My 3am was low, very low – 33. I really don’t like having those lows, especially not in the middle of the night when I’m sleeping.

September 1st I went into my first Diabetic Coma and it’s not an experience I’d like to go through again.

So at 3 I had a piece of bread and tested again in a half hour. It was up to 45, so I went back to sleep, knowing that it was going up. At 7 it was 193….higher than I would have liked but at least I didn’t end up in a coma!

Again, the frustrating part is not knowing why it does what it does. My sugar has been 80 – 130 for my 3am readings for the past several days. Why was it 33 this morning at 3am? More research to do I see! I’ll keep on trying to figure this out. I feel that getting a Continuous Blood Glucose Monitor is very important for me. Hopefully the letter my doctor sent to my insurance will work!

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