Society for the Preservation of My Sanity

Had it all typed out the other day about the awful scare I (WE!) had when my sugar plummeted so low that everyone had to be called in to mediate. Had it ALL typed out!!! Then, had to run off to an appointment, and forgot to save it!! ARGH!

*huff*

Okay...here goes again...

It was Saturday, April 1 (why not? gah) after having survived the trip to Lex on Friday, the b-day frivolities that night and most of the day Saturday while Corey and Tommy worked on that side job all day.

I got "rid of" (LOL!) all Case's guests by about 4:30pm, so when we got home, we were both exhausted with a capital E!! and made a pact to nap an hour and then get up to do damage control. *sigh*

Good deal. So we piled into my bed and all was right with the world, correct?

Not so. Gah.

Next thing I knew it was 8:30pm, Mom was there, Tommy and Corey were there in their dirty work clothes.

When Casey had woke up, he couldn't wake me, so he called his dad.

Who was running a backhoe and couldn't hear his phone, so Case left him a message. Then he called his brother. Same thing.

Then he called his Nana. He was so bumfuzzled he thought it was morning and told her, "I'm sorry to have to wake you up." *chuckle* Love his heart.

Anyhow, Nana came right up, but couldn't get anything in my mouth because shockingly, it was clenched shut so tightly my lips had turned blue.

Soon Tommy and Corey arrived after getting the messages. Tommy was really alarmed about the blueness, but Corey checked my nails to see if there was true oxygen loss. Nope. Seemed I'd just been clenched up like that for so long. ??? Sheesh.

So, Tommy dug out my glucagon kit, mixed the solution and gave me the injection.

Since I didn't react (come to) very quickly to it, Mom was still worried, so she kept giving me sugar...the rest of the can of pop she'd been trying to feed me (what didn't run down my neck before) and some icing....then a PBJ. So once I did come to, my sugars started to spike. And boy did they spike.

When I was finally able to get up, Tommy and Corey went back to work. They'd left the backhoe blocking the road because of the open ditch there....they had to get back. Poor guys. :(

Anyhow, I felt like crap, of course. During a low blood sugar (hypoglycemia), I sweat like crazy and am soaked when I come to, then as my sugars normalize, I start to freeze to death. I mean, like bone-chilling cold.

I changed clothes with a lightening-fast wash-off because when I'm THAT cold, I don't care if I stink, ukay? Then I piled up with a heat pad and about three thick quilts on the couch and started monitoring my sugars.

Every 15 minutes I have to check. And every time they were going up. It spiked at 400 even after bolus-ing (giving insulin with my pump) each time, but finally, it started to go down. Thank You, Lord!

I also have to drink as much water as I can when my sugar goes up like that. It helps to keep ketoacidosis at bay. (ketones are byproducts of the body burning fat as energy--which is what is happening when a diabetic's sugar goes above about 250--the ketones are like a poison and you can go into a coma if they get too concentrated in your body) [maybe I'll link this stuff] ---I DID!!!

Anyhow, drinking all that water when you're already freezing? NOT GOOD!! *BRRRRR*

So anyhow...I got over that. I lived, but probably lost some more precious brain cells. At least that's the theory about what happens when you go that low. *sob*

Besides that, it makes me feel so horrible when I know I've been the cause of such chaos. That I've caused 1 to 4 (or more?!?!) people to drop everything just to come tend to me. It makes me SO MAD at myself.

I just wanna die. >:*(

But yeah, I'm alive. Angry and hurting, but alive. Ha. Ain't that just great? Heh.

Got more to tell ya, so hang on. If I get time....more posts to come.

Love ya'll!