Wednesday 8 February, 2012
I head down stairs and I can tell I'm leaning a little too much to the left and I'm hoping that I hit all the steps. My head feels like it's only slightly connected to my body and my eyes feel like they're only slightly connected to my head. My hands are shaky as I start to sweat and I know I'm having a hypoglycemic low. My mind is fumbling through the house mentally trying to figure out what I can get to put about 15 to 20 grams of carbs back in my system. I know I'm out of granola bars and the creme sandwich cookies didn't really measure up last time. I can't quite think normal straight, only low straight, but I know I've got to get to my blood monitor and see where my blood glucose is at.
I fumble around with a sippy cup until I realize it's a sippy cup and grab a real cup out of the cabinet. Sippy cups bounce funny. I'll start with 1 cup of milk. 16 grams of carbs. I squirt in my 2 Tbsp of sugar free chocolate syrup getting it all over the side of the cup and my thumb and on the counter. That is 4 grams of carbs. I think. I can't find my whisk. I'm looking all over the counter but I can't find my whisk. Where the heck is my whisk? I look in the dish drainer, by the toaster oven, by the coffee maker, in the sink, in the dishwasher and at last think to look in the utensil drawer. Bingo. I bumble over and sit down at the dining room table and I drink my chocolate milk.
I'm starting to get some coordination back. Something as simple as stirring up a chocolate milk isn't as difficult as it was a few minutes ago and I sip my seconds a lot more slowly this time. My hands are still shaky and I'm getting cold and starting to shiver as the sheen of sweat starts to evaporate off my upper body as I sit and watch the clock. I think about adding a mini Reece's Peanut Butter Cup to my attack on this hypoglycemic low. Can't be more than 8 grams of carbs in one of those little tiny pieces of candy right? It's a mini and besides, peanut butter is good for me. I surrender to the candy immediately.
02:50 - Snick. Beep. 72 mg/dL. Back going up. Better now. Time to get back to sleep. I head back upstairs to get back in bed. I feel normal as far as normal goes except my feet are itching and tingling like they always do when my blood glucose is dropping quickly. My serum glucose isn't dropping quickly anymore, in fact it's doing the opposite, but the itchy tingling in my feet is a leftover early warning system that got here early and is staying here late this time.
As I quietly head back upstairs I know two things for sure. I wish my wife would have woke up to help me because I like her reassuring presence and she makes me feel safe when she is taking care of me and I know that I over did it. I didn't eat less. I know that I over corrected. I should have held off on the seconds and the candy. I know I should have but I didn't. I know I'm going to be going back to sleep and sleeping through the rest of the morning with a serum glucose level higher than it should be. How nice would it be to get it just right just one time?