I went the lowest I have yet to go, last night. Number 32 snuck up on me out of nowhere. I had eaten a balanced and healthy meal, of which I measured the carbs for and taken my normal dose of Novolog. I take 1 unit for every 20 carbs. and I took 2 units at dinner. I also enjoyed 2 glasses of red wine with my dinner, but up until now, have not suffered any symptoms from my minimal alcohol consumption. I took my regular dose of 15 units of Lantus and went to bed around 11:50, with a healthy night time blood sugar of 116. I was tired and feel asleep quickly. Literally one hour later, I woke startled and tossed and turned. I thought it wasn’t possible that I could be having a bout of hypoglycemia, so I waited it out for 5 minutes. When I checked, I was at 32! I broke into a cold sweat, heart beating fast, utterly exhausted and went downstairs to have some sugar. Even though I ate a bowl of yogurt with maple syrup, a 4 oz juice box, one glucose tab, 1/4 of an apple-my blood sugar had only risen to 52 after 20 minutes. I had a small glass of chocolate milk and a couple crackers (I was feeling sick from all the sugar at once). I checked again and was at 110 so I went back to sleep at 1:10 am. Sure enough, at 3:20 am, I woke again with 60. Worried about sinking lower at an alarming rate, I went downstairs again to have some sugar. This time I was able to bring my blood sugar up high enough to sleep through the night. It was 174 when I woke at 8:16. I sure don’t feel like having breakfast after that double midnight snackathon.
It is these occasions that render me fearful of the time when I am living on my own. I currently am staying with my family, but am probably moving out again in 1-2 months. It has felt like a safe zone, but being alone last night (my mo works nights and my little sister was sleeping), I felt what it would be like to have to take care of this without anyone’s assistance. I know that I can do it, that many do, but I feel scared. All I could do after that first low last night was collapse on the couch, I felt useless, immobile.
Waking up this morning, I feel depressed angry at an unknowable force-why was I robbed of my peaceful nights sleep? Why was I forced to consume 400 extra calories that I didn’t want to eat? Why do I have diabetes?