On Wednesday after my youth group, I took the bus to the end of the line, two miles from home. There's a bus that I can take from there to get home, or I can walk. I decided to eat an apple and walk. So I did.
When I got home, I said to myself that I'd go to bed if my blood sugar was between 100 and 160, but that if it was lower I needed to stay up to watch for hypos, and if it was higher I needed to watch and see if it would drop/ make sure the correction wasn't too much.
It was 80. I was not happy, but I went online. An hour later, I felt funny, I tested my blood sugar, it was down to 52. I ate a cookie, was feeling fine within twenty minutes, stayed online another hour, got ready to go to bed. Tested my blood sugar again and it was again 52. So I ate another cookie and went to sleep.
I drempt a really cool dream, woke up six hours later around dawn. I had woken up the same time the previous morning, and I was a little surprised, but whatever. I felt terrific, full of vitality and life. I was bemused by the fact that I was having difficulty seeing; everything looked dim. I assumed that it was a lighting problem, although I had seen just fine at the same time the previous morning. I got my Lantus (having much difficulty figuring out which vial it was) and decided to check my blood sugar.
I saw the meter read 49, although checking later revealed that it had been 45. I ate a cookie, sat down, and was suddenly overwhelmed by dizziness. Took a bit less Lantus than the previous morning.
I'm pretty shook up. I had been hypo for eight hours, and I had woken up with a 45 feeling just dandy. The number was probably not what woke me up. I had REM sleep despite the low. I am now over a year into insulin treatment, which means that my likelihood of having a severe low has just skyrocketed.
In more happy news, wish me a happy birthday!