I saw a chart, whose author I can’t remember, that showed that non-D’s can go up to 160 after a meal, although the average was 140. They also can go as low as the 50’s without feeling it. That’s why I’m concerned about Gary – something is not right with him, but he needs to be assertive about finding out what it is, and what to do.
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I didn’t start working out regularly until I was like 36 or 7 and not intensely until a couple of years after that. I was totally “seat-of-the-pantsing” it until I got my pump in 2008. I try to get rid of most of the insulin on board before I work out. Yesterday, we had a bit of a brouhaha as a pipe burst in the basement which I discovered at 4:30 AM when I give myself plenty of time to get ready for the 18 mile run, all my extra time went out the window but MrsAcidRock said “the plumber probably won’t be here until 9:00 anyway so go run and I’ll go back to bed” so I went to run. I’d done a “cut” bolus, of like .7U for what I’d normally figure to have been around 15G of carbs, instead of 1.6U I’d normally bolus for it. My pump also needed to be refilled but I did the bolus out of the old (less effective?) insulin and figured that would help. I forgot I had switched the “fixed prime” to 1.3 instead of .5 for some wierdness the last time I changed it so I inadvertantly OD’ed but had a “Muscle Milk” from the convenience store to cover that and was probably about 120 when I started. It went down in the 60s (CGM, which is a concern due to the lag…) but I had some jelly beans. It came back up about 9 miles into it, getting to 85, then the CGM thing (no blood) pulled out but I figured “it’s going up, I’ll just chill…” and kept running. Then I dealt with finding a bathroom for 3 miles, which was hair raising and perhaps a very UN pleasant distraction from diabetes. The crisis was averted in the nick of time, but I fell behind the group I’ve been training with and pushed my pace up from 9:30/ mile to 8:57 and 9:07 for a couple of miles, then figured “woah there cowboy, even with the increased pace, you aren’t gonna catch 'em why don’t you see how the BG is doing” and got a 143 so I bolused the CB, like 1.2 U just straight as I had about 3 miles to go and figured the insulin would just be hitting as I’d finish and it worked out great. I was @ 79 when I got home. I screwed up a bunch of stuff but it worked out ok.
I think that the most useful thing is to work out before meals or cut the boluses according to the chart here, from TLAP:
Brunetta has a point there, someone is watching over you.
If you can manage to access a clinic, even a community health clinc and get some tools to work with it may help a lot. Also, you can get free meds like insulin in many instances. The drug companies have programs which offer medical assistance. And if you can try to have a snack before bedtime and be diligent to check your blood sugar (again, someone should be able to get you assistance with supplies for that), every night before bed and maybe a goodly few times during the night maybe you can find some patterns and prevent those lows.
This may be an over-simplified suggestion, but do you have any food allergies? (food coloring, sugar, milk, chocolate, eggs, corn, wheat, etc) The allergic tension-fatigue syndrome is a disorder caused by chronic food allergy and results in tension and fatigue. When you are low, what do you use to bring yourself up? Perhaps your physical irritability /sensitivity may have nothing to do with your diabetes but more to do with something you are eating. You mentioned you do not have insurance (which in itself I’m sure is frustrating) but is there a state insurance program you can apply for? It may be worth seeing an allergist. If you can start to feel better again it may make dealing with diabetes a little less stressful.
No, I would not like to be in prison for life, I would rather deal with this crummy disease. However I am not in your shoes…I hope you can find some answers.
Ive mentioned before that im not a bubbly optimistic person, specially when it come to my diabetes…but I WOULD NEVER pick prison over diabetes thats crazy!!! At least whether u feel ■■■■■■ or not u can spend time with loveed ones! thats what life is all about…family and friends. Like i said im not usually that optimistic person that trys to cheer people up…usually i agree with people wheh they say life sucks lol but this post Upsets me that u feel that STRONGLY about diabtes. You need to keep your head up! I try to think that thinbgs could be worse for me…like cancer for example or PRISON! Way worse than having diabetes! Although the disease does BLOW!!!
I always say it’s better to be pessimistic and pleasantly suprised than optimistic and disappointed!
I just read this on Facebook posted by a friend friend( I know her personally ) Hope it serves the purpose in this discussion Gary :
" Research has shown that up to 77% of our self-talk is negative. That is 46 minutes out of every hour. Research also indicates that it takes 5 positive statements to counteract every negative one. It may seem hopeless & impossible to ever gain the upper hand over the onslaught of our self-criticism. Yet, there is a powerful & sure answer: self-acceptance. Be love, make that effort"
That’s called The Joy of Pessimism!!! 
I agree with Adub013, AR, And Kelly here. Never look at the glass as 1/2 empty ALWAYS look at it as 1/2 full!!!
I prefer not to think of myself as a pessimist; I prefer to think of myself as a cynical realist.
Jubilee by Mary Chapin Carpenter
I can tell by the way you’re walking
That you don’t want company
I’ll let you alone and I’ll let you walk on
And in your own good time you’ll be
Back where the sun can find you
Under the wise wishing tree
And with all of them made we’ll lie under the shade
And call it a jubilee
And I can tell by the way you’re talking
That the past isn’t letting you go
But there’s only so long you can take it all on
And then the wrong’s gotta be on it’s own
And when you’re ready to leave it behind you
You’ll look back, and all that you’ll see
Is the wreckage and rust that you left in the dust
On your way to the jubilee
And I can tell by the way you’re listening
That you’re still expecting to hear
Your name being called like a summons to all
Who have failed to account for their doubts and their fears
They can’t add up to much without you
And so if it were just up to me
I’d take hold of your hand, saying come hear the band
Play your song at the jubilee
And I can tell by the way you’re searching
For something you can’t even name
That you haven’t been able to come to the table
Simply glad that you came
And when you feel like this try to imagine
That we’re all like frail boats on the sea
Just scanning the night for that great guiding light
Announcing the jubilee
And I can tell by the way you’re standing
With your eyes filling with tears
That it’s habit alone keeps you turning for home
Even though your home is right here
Where the people who love you are gathered
Under the wise wishing tree
May we all be considered then straight on delivered
Down to the jubilee
Gary,
Did I mention that I also hate this F****ing D?
I’m willing to work at it, Natalie…I bust my ■■■ every day to try and find out what works for me and what doesn’t. If you’ve read any of my posts, you know that I take what my doc says with a grain of salt and am continually fighting to get the tools I think would help me in my control. My point is, at this particular moment in time, when I’m sitting here with a blood sugar of 189 that hasn’t budged all day, and I haven’t eaten anything since the 1/4 of a yellow bell pepper I had yesterday for lunch, and I’ve changed pods and opened new insulin and spent over an hour on the elliptical and drank a gallon of water and beat the crap out of my heavybag, I would much rather NOT have to deal with this POS disease anymore and just sit in a cell & eat my 3 squares each day without having to figure out carbs, protein, fat, fiber, ratios, etc, work out without having to have jellybeans on hand, sleep the whole night through without having to set my alarm to check my levels throughout the night because I don’t feel lows anymore, go through my days without having to poke my fingers 12+ times… I have friends who spent time in prison, too. I guess whether or not you like it there depends on the level of support you get from your friends and family, how persuasive you can be with the guards, how well you’re able to defend yourself, and whether or not you’re a natural born leader, or a timid doormat.
And I’ll add this disclaimer because it’s impossible to read tone in messages like this: imagine me sitting here saying this in a completely matter-of-fact-that’s-just-how-it-is kind of way…because that’s how I mean it. No sarcasm, no attitude, no nothing…just…it is what it is. It’s raining here. My diabetes is being really sucky today. I love playing Scrabble. I could handle myself in prison. I have a dog. Ya know?
Guys,
I just got back from seeing Rise to the planet of the apes which was a great movie by the way but was getting restless in my seat as again my sugars causing chaos which obviously had an effect on me really enjoying the movie. I got over emotional at the end and I am sure my sugar had a big influence on that. The bottom I am somewhat adjusted to my limitations and many of our restrictions and obligations as diabetics but once I start feeling emotional distress where my body mind and soul is not at peace there is no reasoning. It’s like its out of my control. Clearly in my mind it’s both a chemical imbalance causing mental distress along with variations of physical discomfort. I’d love to think a pill would help but I honestly don’t see how if the core of the problem is the sensitivity to the sugars. I remember once checking my level once and I was in a total disturbed emotional state and if I remember correctly I was right around 78. I had one peanut butter cracker and within 5 minutes all those mental symptoms started going away.
Sweetie, you don’t have to convince me that diabetes sucks. I KNOW. And I can see that you’re doing everything you can think of. I used to think that being in a nursing home with 3 squares and being bathed and having your bed made for you and your clothes washed for you would be nice (I was depressed at the time), but then I got to experience it for 3 weeks after my coma last year, and at this point, I have decided to kill myself rather than let THAT happen again. And believe me, nursing homes are better than jails.
After letting myself go into a coma because I didn’t know how to get help (didn’t know how badly I NEEDED help), and an endo that didn’t even notice I was in trouble, I got a new endo, and he said any time I’m over 300 and can’t get it down, to call him immediately. I know your 189 is not 300, but if you really can’t get it down, I’d rather see you call for help than sit here and feel so icky. Fortunately, it hasn’t happened to me again, but at least I know what to do now.
I’m keeping you in my thoughts and hope this problem resolves itself – otherwise, DO ask for help!
i think you might just need to smoke a joint to calm your nerves, and let your body have a chance to get used to a new normal, one that you have to be constant and deligent with., the joint helps realizing that it’s all in a days work…lol… or if you choose a healthier approach a vaporizer… you sound like someone whom doesnt know how to dissolve stress from life or life with diabetes, you need to find a way to become a peace with ones self realizing perfection is still only opbtained by one’s perception… and it is always relative… control what you can and let go of stresss of anything else…
this disease isn’t about success or failure, its just trying to stay alive for a little while longer…stop trying to achieve some utopica doogma hevean for diabtics and enjoy the limited time you have left on this planet…
or sulk in a corner he thats what truly makes you happy and completes you who are any of us to tell you how to enjoy life or how it is that you enjoy life…because we as people no matter how much we complain make a choice to do what we do every single day to do what ever it is you choose to do… even if it is as simple as choosing to inject to live a little while longer or not inject and live a little time shorter, it is all relative in time…
You would likely want to do that before you see a Planet of the Apes movie though! 
Thanks Natalie =) FWIW - I’d rather go to prison than go to a nursing home lol
I had always sort of written off that possibility, figuring I’d be dead by 40. Now that I’m 43 perhaps I need to reconsider that?
Gary I have the same feelings with my bloodsugar swings, I am an emotional mess most of the day, so I don’t have an answer for you…but I would not want to be in prison.
I work a full time job, test my bloodsugar constantly, exercise when I get home, and struggle through each day. Just the way it is I guess.
This weekend was not bad for me as I avoided high carb meals and returned to a former hobby of mine.
This morning I cleaned my house then went out and had a great lunch and a great walk along our town’s Riverwalk. All of today I had the same feelings you express, but just kept pushing on.
I agree this disease sucks, bigtime and I totally understand how you feel and exist.