today i went down to 32 while i was walking home from the subway from NYC bk to BKLYN. I had to stop and sit down on a bench and call my husband to pick me up with the car. i had absolutely no warning signal until it was too late. i was sweating, dizzy, confused, weak...thankfully, i had my cell phone on me at the time (i hate cell phones and only carry it for emergencies) (this was once of those times). i use to feel the warning signals of a low when i was new to D. now, i havent a clue until it is too late.
anyway, i got home and my husband poured me a Lg glass of OJ and stood in front of me like i was a naughty school girl making certain i drank it all up. at 32, i dont argue. i drink, and drink quickly. i dont even get to really enjoy the OJ (which is fresh!)
well i felt much better w/in 20 minutes. up to 114. at 5pm we went out to a diner for dinner. my sugars were low again (77). well i decided to have a grilled cheese sandwich on rye with tomato (MMMMMmmmmm), so i did a dual bolus(split evenly over a 2 hour period). Now, one hour has past and i felt weak again. i tested, and my BS were 50. UGH.
well now at 50, i am competent enough to be able to decide for myself what i want to eat to bring my BS back up over 100 ( a safe level for me). of course, and this might sound familiar to you, i am too dopey to figure out what i want: theres chocolate in the fridge, theres cookies, theres the reliable OJ, there is (a favorite) milk with Ovaltine....for the life of me i cannot make up my mind.i just stare like an idiot at the inside of my refridgerator. Finally, i grab the damn OJ.
what i would have prefered was a large glass of Malted milk with a piece of dark chocolate. at the time, this hadnt occured to me.
what about you? ever have this experience? and when you do, what do you turn to for your lows?