Ugg, this weekend was a real drag. I felt like I was dying. And I'm not feel that much better today even.
I got the flu on Thursday. Which had me vomiting and diarrhea till early morning hours of Friday. I had become so dehydrated, that at some point I decided to go to the hospital. It was just too reminiscent of my previous DKA episodes. So I take a ride in the ambulance to the closet ER.
Luckily though, it was just the flu. Or was it? Just the flu, saying that as a type 1 diabetic, I just feel wrong. But the Dr's felt like all was OK with me, and sent me home after some re-hydration, and a diagnosis of "Vomiting and Abdominal pain". Although I'm pretty sure those are the symptoms not the actual issue. But what do I know, I'm not a Dr..
So, I spent like 10 hours in the ER, and I felt fine the rest of that day, no more vomiting, but I think they doped me up pretty good with anti-nausea pills. Because the next day... I was right back in the same position, went to bed feeling sick, and vomiting and diarrhea all night.
Needless to say, I automatically assume that they were wrong the first time, and that it might be something else. So since the symptoms were so similar to DKA, I decided to check my Ketones. Well, I did have large amounts of ketones in my urine.
So, back to the ER I go, I'm getting friendly with the local Ambulance Co. They really like me this month. This time I profess that I'm in DKA, large Ketones and all.
Although this time, I'm a lot less polite about the situation. Obviously they missed something the first time. I'm not letting that happen again. Unfortunately, at some point they gave something so strong that it knocked me out hard. I was still conscious, I could hear them talking, but I couldn't move or talk myself. I remember this euphoric feeling. Until I hear them say, "they are giving me 10 units of R insulin." In my state, I can't even tell them that my TDD is only 50, and 10 units is more than I usually take with meals.
The next thing I know, they are waking me up to send me home. I spent a total of 7 hours in the ER that day. Most of it unconscious. So they give me a bunch of anti-nausea prescriptions. And tell me to basically take them every few hours for a week.
Since I still feel like crap, even though not nauseous, due to the meds, my blood sugar is soaring, I've got my temp basil up to +50% and am still running in the 200's. I keep doing correction boluses and its just staying high.
So I'm not in Diabetic Ketoacidosis. Which I'm very thankful for, but I really wish this darn flu would give up already!