Pride goes before a fall as they say. After a few weeks of wonderful BG control, I just had the most frightening experience since being diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes 10 months ago.
It all started with my lunch, for which it seemed I had underbolused. 1.5 hours after eating I measured 195 mg/dl. I had bolused 3 units Apidra for approx. 35g of carbs, usually that works fine for me. Not today. So I corrected 1 unit Apidra, since I knew I was going to walk for 15 minutes shortly, but I also took my basal (2 units of Levemir) at the same time.
I packed my bag and went out. As I reached the bus station, I was just ready to get on the bus, when I suddenly realised I somehow had taken the wrong backpack with me!! Instead of the backpack with all my diabetes gear in it, plus my wallet, keys and cellphone, I noticed i was wearing my CAMERA BACKPACK!! At home I had been in a hurry, the two bags look very alike, and I just grabbed the wrong bag in the dark hallway of my flat. My camera bag had NOTHING diabetes related in it, not one little glucose tab. What an idiot!
So I was standing on a bus stop, 15 mins from home, no diabetes gear and I started to feel funny. I turned around and started to march back home as fast as I could.
Only 20 minutes earlier, I had measured 195 mg/dl, so I thought I cant be in any danger. I was wrong. I made it home and rang the doorbell like a crazy person, fortunately my partner was still home and opened the door.WTF would I have done if he hadnt been home? Or if I had gone on the bus before realising I had the wrong bag with me??
I sprinted up the stairs, the weird thing was I felt no real hypo symptoms, (why? scary!) all I felt was this incredible rage. I stormed into the flat, got my metre out and measured 58. I had dropped well over 100 points within 25 minutes!! I ate 16 g of glucose tabs and 10 minutes later I was back up at 104. I was crying and all I kept saying was "I had the wrong bag, I took the wrong bag with me!!"
What an unfortunate combination of events. The forgotten bag, the fast BG drop... It felt like I really got myself close to a potentially dangerous situation.
I cant really figure out what caused the fast drop, maybe I shouldnt have corrected the 195 since I still had some bolus on board, and/or the Levemir was absorbed faster than it should have been because I inject my basal into my thigh and went right into fast walking after?
I think what scared me the most here was that if I had dropped any lower, because I made a mistake with my backpacks, I couldnt have treated myself. So here is my question – what would you have done to ensure you wouldnt have passed out on the street? Go up to a stranger and ask for help? Walk into a shop and demand food? What would I have done if I had already boarded the bus??
Was it wrong to inject both basal and correct the high just before going out walking? (Well, obviously)–
Man this is overwhelming! But at least I think I will NEVER take the wrong bag with me again, and I will always carry additional glucose in the pockets of my jacket and will place diabetes gear in ALL my bags...
How close I came to real danger I will probably never know, but even realising the potential of if scared the ■■■■ out of me and was kind of a rude awakening. I am sort of surprised that I dont see more incidents of pwds just dropping in the middle of the street more often. After my experience today, it feels it could happen SO fast?!?