1. When I was 1st dx my parents took me to alternative Dr's, one "Dr" told them I was perfectly healthy & said I did not have to take any insulin and that I could eat whatever I wanted. So I did and I ended up in the hospital turns out I was healthy just not D free lol
2. On my 4th day of 5th grade I got a hypo & by the time I tried to tell the teacher I was so low that all I could do was raise my hand & cry, well the teacher thought I could not understand math and said it was ok to just lay my head down (bad idea I know!!) I ended up in the nurses office & they could not wake me up they called my mom & she rushed to school, when she got there she told them to call 911 I was rushed to the hospital where I woke up till the next day!
3. My favorite way of treating a low since I was little has always been to put a few spoonfuls of sugar in water and drinking it I dont like juice or soda at all!
1. I once woke up super low. It was 8:00. All the clocks in the house were wrong - they said PM instead of AM. So, I had to change them all - even my computer!
2. A few times I've corrected a high when on a road trip and ended up so tired I've had to pull over in a parking lot and nap before continuing.
3. I corrected a couple of hours pp in the car once and stuck my pump back in my pocket. When I got out at the shopping center I felt it fall all the way down my pants leg. Missed my pocket! I had to work it up to fish it out in the middle of a crowded lot. Bolusing while driving can end up being embarrassing.
4. I actually did a sort of spring cleaning the other day. By the time I was done with a couple of rooms I had collected 9 test strips, including one stuck to the bottom of the yogurt container on the counter!
1. One time I accidentally took Lantus instead of Humalog. I woke up in the middle of the night with a severe low. In order to get my bloodsugar back up, my parents made me a smoothy with over a half a cup of sugar in it!
2. When I was little, I accidentally cut my thumb with my dad's razor, when I cried to my mom, she proceeded to squeeze the injured finger to get more blood out so she could check my bloodsugar.
3. I screamed at my boss one time because she told me "I should eat something." what she didn't know was that the pharmacy gave me Lantus instead of Humalog. Because of that, I had already been 15 hours without eating and was starving. Her comment just pushed me over the edge.
4. I didn't know that my bloodsugar was extremely low before pole vaulting. When I tried to vault, my arms gave out on me mid-jump. I stalled out 10 feet in the air, fell backwards, landed flat on my back, and sprained my wrist.
nope! #1 is true. In order to bring it up, my parents had to feed me: a full tube of glucose tabs,
a cup of apple juice
2PBJs
4 granola bars
and that awful smoothy that dad made. there was so much sugar in it that it was crunchy! (random fact: a half cup of sugar has 100 carbs!)
I still stayed low for about 2 hours after eating all that... but when it finally came up, I was ~ 300 for all of the next day.
#2 is also true.
I hated my mom for about a week after that. Test strips back then needed quite a bit of blood too.
which means... #4 is the lie! I used to pole vault and I have injured myself doing it, but it was never because of a low bloodsugar. I'm just a bad pole vaulter!
1) One time I woke up and tested and my BG was 136 mg/dl. I injected my morning Lantus and a few minutes later I started feeling weird and saw funny yellow lights in front of my eyes. I tested again and I was 36 mg/dl -- I had dropped 100 points in less than 20 minutes. When I told my doctor about this later, she said that perhaps I had experienced this 100 point drop due to some diet soda I had consumed 12 hours earlier.
2) I made an appointment with a new doctor at my HMO. After waiting weeks to get in for my first "new patient" appointment, the nurse escorted me back to the examination rooms. I sat and waited for :15 minutes when all of a sudden, the door burst open. The doctor stood out in the hall, looked me up and down with a sneer while he stood there, leaning on the door nob. He finally barked at me, "WELL? WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?" I took a calming breath and said, "To start, you can come in and sit down." He scowled and snorted and was so rude for the rest of my visit that I never went back.
3) One time I was in Starbucks, and I bolused before my snack. It turns out that a very handsome older gentleman was watching me bolus even though I was trying to be discrete. About ten minutes later, he came over to my table and said in a deep whisper, "I see that you are also diabetic? I couldn't help but notice how beautiful your skin was when you lifted your shirt that little bit to inject yourself. I find myself quite taken in. Would you agree to go out with me some time? Perhaps to the opera on Friday night?" I had quite a time getting rid of him. He was attractive, well-dressed and fairly well-mannered, but I felt sure that the definite mark of his wedding ring on his ring finger -- and the absence of said ring -- meant that he had slipped it into his pocket just before coming over to my table, the rogue!
4) Once when I was in Paris, France, I ran out of alcohol prep pads. I went to a French pharmacy and asked the pharmacist for prep pads. I even brought the box with me and the last used pad tucked in its wrapper to show her. I was using a vial back then for my Lantus and had been taught to wipe off the top of the vial every time I used it, and also to wipe my skin before injecting. The pharmacist informed me that not only was it impossible to buy alcohol prep pads in France, it was also impossible to buy a bottle of rubbing alcohol. By French law, all rubbing alcohol is mixed with camphor -- you're only supposed to use it for rubbing sore muscles and not for disinfecting things. I asked her what people used to sterilize their vials of insulin or other medications? She just shrugged. For the rest of my trip, I reeked of camphor because I used French "muscle rub" to sterilize my vials and my skin.
