An ICU unit, pulse O2 (Oxygen) levels in the mid 70’s… doctors & nurses ignoring 400-500 BG readings “…because it was not time for any more insulin until 5 hours from now… they would ONLY take care of it then…”
8 O
Stuart
An ICU unit, pulse O2 (Oxygen) levels in the mid 70’s… doctors & nurses ignoring 400-500 BG readings “…because it was not time for any more insulin until 5 hours from now… they would ONLY take care of it then…”
8 O
Stuart
I’ve been T1 since '74 so I’ve had a d’s fair share of hypos. One of my scariest took place on a train ride to the top of Pike’s Peak. Luckily I was with my husband and I had what I thought to be ample gluco tabs (or juice…not sure what my emergency carb of the month was at the time.) The low hit hard and fast and the 15X15 rule went out the window. We couldn’t get the BG out of the gutter.
I was in la-la land but with it enough to be scared. We were running out of carb stash in a hurry and still had a long way to get to the top where there was a snack shack. I think my husband was already looking around the train to spot someone who was drinking a real soda who might be willing to share. Luckily the BG started to rebound a little and we didn’t have to have a Helen Keller moment.
I have one that’s scarier than the one I posted that I completely forgot about.
A few years ago I was Living with some roommates, my roommates were all out of town so the night before I decided I was going to make myself a big breakfast. The next day when I woke up instead of doing my usual test and take shot before eating, I went directly into the kitchen and made myself that big breakfast and I ate it. I looked at the clock and realized I had missed half of my classes. That’s when I realized something was wrong, I went into my room grabbed my meter and tested, It read 44 or something like that. It scared the crap out of me. I waited for an hour for it to come up even more so that I could make sure I was ok. the scary thing was that I felt normal when I woke up and got my food I remember looking at the clock thinking I had plenty of time to eat before my first class. boy was I wrong. the worst thing was that none of my neighbors knew I was diabetic, my boyfriend did who I had just broken up with and wanted nothing to do with, but I don’t think he knew exactly how to treat my lows.