Well what an eventful day..
I started work for a new client today, so was up at 6am preparing for the day ahead.
Standard routine, I wake up, go downstairs sort some coffee and go upstairs jump in the shower... You know the drill...
There I am reaching down to disconnect my pump. "What's this it's not attached. Hmm" I distinctly remember my cat coming into my room and waking me up during the night about 1am pawing at my feet, legs (it's a game he likes to play), upon inspecting the tubing it's been chewed clean through!
Great just what I need, I test and low and behold 360, I then do blood test for ketones and yep we have ketones present. Thanks cat, just what I need this morning...
So I skip breakfast, kick the cat (jokes) correct and get ready for the 75 mile drive for the new client.
I arrive on site at 9:45am, whereby I am dragged into meetings until 14:00. I have still eaten nothing all day, I make my excuses, leave a meeting and test still 297! I correct again and back in I go..
4:30pm rolls around, I test 93. Great I can grab a bite to eat and hopefully things will return to normal. I consume 30g of carbs, bolus, work for another hour and get ready for the drive home...
Test before I set off for the return journey 110. Happy with that. So off I go..
There I am 30 minutes into the journey, I take a wrong turn, start feeling tired and confused. "Oh well I will be home in abit probably just feeling the impact of a crazy day"..
I drive for another 15 minutes, there I am doing 80mph in the fast lane when my vision starts blurring 3 lanes start turning into 6 and I start seeing stars, all I can think is "I am passing out. I need to pull over, Jesus I can't see anything"
I don't know how I managed it, but I swerved across three lanes and managed to brake without skidding, flying into a pull over rest stop for haulage trucks and lorries managing to stop inches from the back a large articulated lorry. Dust everywhere and drenched in sweat.
I really am loosing it at this point can barely make sense of anything and haven't even really twigged that it was diabetes related (too far gone at this point to be logical). I am also having spasms from being so low.
I reach into the glove box get out a testing kit and yep 18 :( I reach for my sweet stash and find a handful of empty wrappers (thanks hungry buddies). I reach for my jacket where my dextros are, I must have left it on the back of my office chair.
So there I am sat in a lay by, cars and lorries whizzing by with a blood sugar of 18 and no way to correct!
Nightmare! I am still struggling to keep awake, I sit there for what seems like forever wandering what the hell to do.
I drag myself out of the seat and approach the truck ahead of me, there is a guy sleeping in the cab. I bang on his window and shout "sugar, sugar"...
He looks at me like I am insane but finally twigs I think.. He has no fast acting glucose but kindly gives me his lunch box, I give him the thumbs up sit on the floor ha and eat his sandwiches and chocolate bar..
I get back in the car, it takes almost 50 minutes for my bloodsugar to get up and for to start seeing straight.
All the while panicking that the police are on their way, last thing I need is to have my licence revoked and a dangerous driving charge. Which is invariably what would have happened, as they are very hot on such things in the UK.
Long story short. I eventually get back on the road, pull over at the services about 5 miles away whereby I have a sit down, drink and a meal.
I am still shaking at this point and feel very very cold, I have gone lower in the past put have never been that close to going unconscious and never whilst driving a car at 80mph!
I suddenly get the most intense craving for sugar I have ever had and consume a silly amount of junk food, put it this way about four days worth of carbs in one sitting ha. I must have looked gross :) Bolus.
Get home, silly high again, another low 1 hour later..
So all in all a bloody disaster of a day if I do say so myself.. So here I am feeling pretty drained, extremely guilty for the risk I caused to other people on the road and very tired and fed up..
Haven't plucked up the courage to tell anyone else about it yet, as I know I will get an ear bashing. So thought I would vent with you guys..
Not sure if I should be angry at myself, the cat, diabetes or all three!
All seems unbelievable reading it back to be honest..