Luckily I am so forgetful -- I failed to notice that my Medtronic sensor gadgets never arrived that I ordered weeks ago. They were on a UPS 3rd day ship. Doh.
It's not that I WANT to shove a needle in my abdomen, but I think I need to again.
Last night I found myself crashing onto the couch, glucose meter in hand, attempting to stick myself and finding that my blood sugar was already at 42. (This is my pattern, I hit the couch or floor when I hit the 40's. Anything higher, I am functioning at half-speed and confused.)
I could not get the energy to STAND BACK UP and go get sugar. I was just floppy. (Please, no more speeches about "OMG! WHAT IF?! Why didn't you have glucose stashed in the cushions of your COUCH?! IN your PANTS even?!") Uh, I don't. It's in my pocketbook, on my desk, in the kitchen and my bedroom. I. could. not. get. it. To make matters sound more stupid, I crashed onto Mr., who apparently did not see the meter or that I was OMGDYING. He just figured I was chilling. Zzzzz.
I don't typically EVER just lay down. It means two things -- sick or comatose.
"Beth, what did you eat?!"
You know, it just. doesn't. matter. sometimes. It's a pattern that causes this. It's not usually ONE item, unless I am idiotic enough to eat ONE food, like a whole potato. Potato = crash. But, more often it's a pattern. I ate protein in the morning, noon and then I had a carb followed by a carb over many hours..... CRASH.
It's just easier to not eat anything, if I weren't hungry enough to chew wallpaper all the time.
I have started writing a draft of a letter to the insurance company regarding coverage of a cork, rubber band and paperclip contraption at the out hole of my pouch. I'm drawing up the plans, it'll be my invention!
I don't know how long I laid there half-asleep, but at some point I sat up and re-poked -- saw a rising number -- 52 and went to the kitchen, inhaled three glucose tabs and a cheese sandwich. Healin' Powers, a few moments later I am completely cured! The Healing Powers Of The Cheese Sandwich! Cured.
I then gave a speech to my girls who came in to the kitchen -- IF YOU EVER SEE ME LAY DOWN -- please ask me to check my blood sugar and if I can't get to the sugar - get it to me. The kids are more likely to catch a low if they're here -- he's not here during the day. But obviously it's not always helpful other people can't tell what is going on in your bloodstream and brain. Yes, after the event, I asked him why didn't he shove my ass to the kitchen, and he said that I was talking to him so he thought I was "fine." (Please, don't.)
I am hyper-aware of other people's blood sugar levels now -- because of this -- so the moment I see him acting slightly out of order, I ask "HOW IS YOUR SUGAR?!" A few times I have found him in a low -- and I'm preemptively making him fix it. Usually if it means he's driving us anywhere -- "There will be NO eating, Mr, I don't want to die on the highway today." (Remembering Jennifer in CA with me, pacing and confused while we were out shopping, I shoved her into a store to get something to eat.... we're all like this!)
It's sad, but... true, considering both of us never had diabetes.