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Last night and today were not my finest hours. I miscalculated how much insulin for my dinner, and before I got out of the living room I was falling on the floor and losing control of my limbs (I know, nothing new there, but this was an extreme case). I checked my sugar and it was 45 or something. I grabbed a bag of Reeses Minis and attacked the bag forthwith. I couldn’t seem to get my sugar up so I continued to jam candy in my mouth. Finally it came up some, and I headed for bed. My stomach really hurt- of course it did, I was jamming fatty sugar into it! - and I started in with the reflux that I’ve been having such trouble with lately. I had to sit up against the pillows to not have acid come up. Then the worse thing started- I’d cough and retch and bring up some acid and a little “stuff”. That involved many trips to the bathroom last night- the night Tim needs uninterrupted sleep. Finally, about 1 a.m., I was able to sleep for about 40 minutes- right before Tim had to get up.
I checked my sugar, and the meter just said “High”. This means (on this machine) it’s over 599. So I took four units of fast acting, and went to bed and read- too upset to sleep, plus I needed to see what my sugars were doing. Despite taking multiple shots, it was hours before it came down enough to read numbers; I was never so glad to see a reading in the high 500s before. And then the real horrors started- my lower guts got in on the act and pretty soon I had violent diarrhea. Take two Immodiums. I didn’t get back to sleep until around 9, out in the living room. Tim called home about every hour or two to check on me. I’ve never had a high event like that before. The results are sore bowels, stomach that doesn’t want much at a time, a raging migraine from the low part of the event, and I generally feel like shit, after spending the night and part of the day without full control of my limbs. I had to deal with the chickens and watering things, but I took it slow and didn’t do it until almost noon. And sat down a lot. One of these days I’ll learn not to over do it when I go low.
So that was my fun day. Not.