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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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