How’d I do that? I don’t think I’ve ever been that low. Dexcom beeped at me and I was sure it was wrong so I ignored it for a few minutes. It’s on day 11 so I thought it was just fooling me. But, I did get up and test – thank God – and was somewhat surprised. Dexcom said 63. At which point I then began to feel the low. How are you supposed to pour juice when your hands are shaking like mad? I was determined to get the picture but – had to wait or it would be a totally out of focus shot.
Husband gets credit. He was on his way out to go shuffle vehicles around (yes, the construction goes on, and on, and on) but quickly asked if I wanted him to stay with me. I said, “Nah, I can do this.” (If you haven’t yet, go click on You Can Do This over there on the right…)
And I’m stupid, or maybe stubborn. I didn’t want the apple juice in the kiddie box, but we had some cran-grape juice hanging out in the fridge, in a great big bottle, with a difficult (at the time) to open top. But it is the “light” version and just 10 carbs for 8 ounces.
Confession – I don’t have any glucose tabs. I’ve never eaten a glucose tab. I did have some (bought them when I became a Ping pumper) but threw them out when I hadn’t opened them and the expiration date was wayyyy past. Guess I’ll buy some more.
And so, I didn’t stop at the juice. I was going to but, when I opened the fridge I spotted the can of chocolate covered peanuts. So I ate some of those, too. It’s an hour and a half later and Dexcom says I’m 163 now. Well, guess I fixed that low, huh?!
Final thought – I don’t know that I could do this without the DOC. Seems like anything and everything that’s happened to me, has already been written about on a d-blog. You don’t get the same kind of helpful info from a doctor/endo. They don’t have the time and most of them don’t have diabetes. So thanks, friends!
The husband with credit? Well, he doesn’t normally read d-blogs but he does read the ones I send to him. And I’ve sent him many that have posted about lows and what happens. (He wasn’t at all surprised to return to the kitchen and find the opened juice along with the peanut can.) He’s practiced loading up a glucagon shot (it was expired). He went to all my pump training appointments with me. He’s brought the meter to me at work when I forgot it (hasn’t happened often). He’s woken me up at night when I’ve slept through the alarming of the Dexcom. He’s a great husband, and I’m fortunate.
And finally… I really, really love comments. And – tomorrow I turn 62. OMG, really? Yup. (Hint, hint!)