Bad Decisions
You know when you are a teenager and you know better then to
do what you are doing? I was that kind of diabetic over the weekend. I know
it’s terrible for my health and blah, blah, blah, but there are moments when I
decide to be a bad diabetic (mom, try not to panic).
I woke up Saturday ready to be the best diabetic I could. I
was serving food at an event with my church and knew that I would want to
nibble on food all day. I made the conscious decision that I would check and
bolus for every single thing I wanted to put into my mouth. I was successful
and life was great. I was so excited because I managed to get through the event
without a number above 200. Then I got home. The hubs and I already had a
fairly busy day planned and on top of it all one of our car decided to break.
After running around and taking care of the car stuff we decided to just pick
something up for dinner. Now, usually I prep for these meals because they are
loaded with carbs, fats, and proteins and complicated to predict, but I decided
to ignore it eat. Big mistake.
About 30 minutes after we ate I noticed I couldn’t get
enough water into my system and knew I had high blood sugars. I decided it
wasn’t that big of a deal and did a correction bolus. I waited patiently on the
couch for my insulin to kick in and then checked my blood sugars again to make
sure they were going down. Sadly, they were only going up. I absolutely hate
those moments. So I did what I thought was best and pulled out a syringe and
gave myself a quick shot with an appropriate amount of insulin. The hubs and I
sat down and began to watch a movie (The Impossible, amazing movie you need to
see it). I waited another 30 minutes to see where my blood sugars were; luckily
they finally began to drop. I kept checking throughout the movie to make sure
they were continuing a steady trend down.
Then the worst began to happen, over correction, which means
low blood sugars. I drank a box of apple juice waited 15 minutes (like you are
supposed to) and checked my sugars again; they were even lower. I drank another
juice box and repeated the same thing; they were still dropping. I decided the
best thing to do was to eat a small snack to help make my numbers begin to
rise. After another hour they finally were on a slow rise, my normal blood
sugars were around the corner and I felt I could safely fall asleep.
Just like a teenager I had to learn my lesson the hard way
with an entire evening of sucky numbers. I could have prevented it if I had
just decided to be responsible and take care of myself properly. Luckily, my
numbers went back to normal and I learned to not be a lazy diabetic and just
give myself a quick bolus before I ate throughout the rest of the weekend. It
takes two seconds, but man, sometimes I just want to eat.
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