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Oh how I wish that were true! Right now, with the way I feel, Iâ€™d love to be back at home in my comfy bed sleeping away this terrible, awful feeling, only having to wake up once an hour to check bg and adjust from there, but I canâ€™t. My boss is out today, so I couldnâ€™t call in sick, although Iâ€™d love to because Iâ€™m practically useless this morning.
I woke up with the feeling of an
elephant (okay, okayâ€¦ maybe not an elephantâ€¦ a cat!) sitting on my chest. Short, shallow breathing, pain in my throat, weird dizziness. Ugh.
Before I went to bed, I my bg was 144. Yes, it was a little high, but I corrected, rolled over and went to sleep. Next thing I know, itâ€™s 5:13am and Iâ€™m rolling out of bed to go pee. I usually do this if Iâ€™m high, but I also knew I had taken my HTCZ (water pill) before bed, so I kinda wanted to ignore it, but I didnâ€™t and checked my bg anyway.
345â€¦ 345?â€¦ 345!? WTH? Where did THAT come from? So, I bolused the correction dose and went back to sleep. Yeah, I know I shouldnâ€™t have gone back to sleep, but I did. And the evidence of why showed me at 8amâ€¦
380!!! HOLY-FERNINâ€™-SMURF!!!! (Yeah, those werenâ€™t the words I used, but you get the idea.)
So, I drug myself to the kitchen, immediately feeling the â€œcat on my chestâ€, and corrected via injection before doing anything. After that, I reached over to smell my sleeve. Yep, insulin-y. I pulled off my shirt to see what was wrong, and there it was.. site, hanging on by a smidge of tape and glue, cannula completely out and bent in towards the tape. I have no idea how long it had been like that. So, since I still have a good bit of insulin left in my pump, I just inserted the new site and connected there. That way Iâ€™m not wasting insulin to fill that tubing. (BTW, I think we need to make a petition to Unomedical to make those inserter thingys to come with just the site too. That way, for times like these, you donâ€™t feel bad for throwing out a tubing that could have been useful!)
After getting ready and coming to work, I rechecked again to be sure I was heading down. This time, I remembered the ketone meter too. (Would have been nice to have seen what I was clocking in at when I had that 380, but alas, you canâ€™t really think when you have a high that high being sleepy, lethargic and with â€œa cat sitting on your chestâ€ and all.)
335 BG and 1.4 ketones! To which, I tweeted:
335 (And 345 & 380 5am & 8am respectively.) Ketones are moderate. I FEEL LIKE SHIT! (sorry, there’s no other way to put it)
To which my good friend, Kim replied:
Also, once you hit 300, you are allowed to curse all you want. That’s the rule… that I just made up.
She made me laugh. I felt a release of some sort. Because of her and other friends sending me â€œtwitter hugsâ€ and â€œlowering bg vibesâ€, I went from feeling panicked, awful and stupid, to feeling like I was back in the game. Because itâ€™s not just me doing this everyday. Iâ€™m not â€œweirdâ€ with them. Iâ€™m understood.
Right before writing this post, I rechecked and things are looking better:
â€¦ and the kitty is slowly getting up off my chest so I can breathe again.