Part of my day job is orchestrating camps. It's stressful and a lot of work, but when I get to camp it's always worth it. This year, I was in charge of setting up three different camps ranging from 3rd grade to 12th grade. The closer we got to camp the closer I got to having a mental break down. Thankfully as always, once we got to camp, my nerves calmed down and I remembered why I love this part of my job.
Camp is always a guessing game with diabetes. I have to figure out how to should adjust my basal rates due to the extra level of activity, and elevation change. It's a guessing game for the first few days, but then after a few days I start to get things figured out. I had more lows than I normally do in the beginning and decided to reduce my basal rate. Sadly, that was the wrong choice.
During camp, I hit a 500 for the first time in months. I stared at my CGM screen while the line steadily stayed in a constant straight line in the 500 range. I started the general protocol: gave myself a shot, switched my set out, and stayed away from food even though I was starving. All I could do was wait patiently and stare at my CGM screen. Hours later my numbers went back to normal and I switched my basal rate back to it's regular setting.
For the first time ever I suspended my pump in my sleep. I woke up with that lovely hungover blood sugar feeling. My eyes hurt, I craved water, and felt a little woozy. I grabbed a bottle of water and began chugging it and gave myself a corrections bolus, the nausea went away, and I slowly started to feel better.