Yesterday my sugar was relatively perfect all day. And then the rain came.
Pizza. Normally I don’t have an issue with this. I will give insulin and then when I’m done I will set a delayed release for additional insulin.
I didn’t do this. My sugar was 300 when I started to eat dinner; so I thought fuck it I’ll give myself 4 units off the bat.
4 units is not necessarily a lot for most.
Anyone who knows me knows that is a dangerous amount for me to take, no matter how much I’m eating or my blood sugar.
Except there are days, like yesterday, where my body decides…
“Hey you know how I’ve tried to kill you every time you give me more than 3 units? Well let’s pretend none of that has ever happened. I’m going to watch you give yourself 8 units total, something that would have put you 8 feet in the ground yesterday, and I’m going to keep your sugars steady at 400” ð
I haven’t been that high (blood sugar ð) in at least a month. So experiencing this was not fun.
I felt as if my body was shutting down. I couldn’t stay awake. I had so much pressure behind my eyes I had to lay with a cool washcloth over them.
My sugar is now 180. I called off work anyway. Pulling a “D-Card”