I have Diabetes type II. Last night was pretty scary, now that I got a chance to think about it today. I must have over bolused myself. That is when you give yourself insulin, based on the amount of carbs you’re ingesting. I had went to sleep, and awoke to use the bathroom. I was extremely tired and unsteady. I felt clammy, and was going to turn on my other fan, I have two, one is always on. One condition I have is just always being overheated. Summer sucks sometimes, especially when the dew point is tropical!
I was so weak, I didn’t walk to the other fan, I went to my bed, and immediately grabbed my blood glucose meter. The number that came up was 50. That is a dangerously low number, one that will lead to seizures and unconsciousness. Also, glucose feeds your brain, so when your numbers are that low, you can’t think. I’m surprised I was even able to check my blood level.
I yelled to my husband. When you’re like this, it is hard to even have the energy to muster up to yell. He came to my room, and all I said is ‘My blood sugar is 50.’ I always have candy in my drawer, and he grabbed a valentines day box of chocolates I had not opened. He opened it, and held it there as I started eating chocolates. He told me to start with 3, I ate six, and kept falling asleep I thought. I was actually going in and out of consciousness.
When you are in a position of hyperglycemia, or low blood glucose, when you get sugar, you go to town. A nonstop ravenous rage. I wasn’t in a rage, because I could barely sit up, but when my husband asked how many candies I ate, I had eaten all but one. That’s not good either, because too high blood glucose can put you in a coma. All I knew is that I had enough sugar and I would not die. You really should go to the hospital, but I hate hospitals! I turned over, and went to sleep. My body was so drained. My husband knew I was okay, because he stated that I was snoring so loud, he knew I was just crashed.
This morning I woke up fine and took my blood glucose. It was 151, which is a little high, but I was shocked it wasn’t higher from eating a whole box of chocolate. Yeah, I ate that last piece in the middle of the night, when I awoke again to relieve myself. Just thinking this morning was really scary to me. What if I didn’t wake up to use the bathroom? Would anybody have known I was in seizures? Would I be alive right now to write this blog?
Live everyday like a precious gift. God wasn’t ready for me yet! I thank him! But you just never know what lies ahead. Enjoy what you can everyday, you might not be here tomorrow!