Since I started a more aggressive and intelligent insulin, eating, and exercise regime four and one half years ago, my time low and number of threatening hypos markedly diminished. I can usually keep my time low, as measured by my CGM, to < 5%. And the number of debilitating lows I’ve been able to limit to about once per year.
Yesterday was one of those once per year lows. I just returned from a two-week vacation and my routines were upset by a restless overnight redeye flight and jet-lag. I decided to eat dinner early yesterday at one of my favorite burger restaurants. I like to order my barbeque burger lettuce wrapped with bacon and an onion ring. I have my insulin routine well-dialed in for this meal and I find it tasty and satisfying.
This meal requires a brisk 20-minute walk to get to the restaurant, something I’ve done many times. I pre-bolused about 30 minutes before my expected meal and then walked to the burger joint. I did notice that my gait was slowed and I had an odd sensation in my knees that I’ve felt before when dropping low. I had just swapped out my CGM and I was in my two-hour blackout period.
When I got to the restaurant and ordered my burger and wine, I received the glass of red wine and sat down. This is when things started to go wrong. My pump alarmed about needing an immediate battery change. I was warned earlier about this and I was hoping to postpone it until that evening when I would need to refill the pump reservoir, too.
So I sat there and swapped out the battery but that meant a complete screw rewind and reprime. I did all that and then my CGM alarmed that it needed two calibration readings. Out with the fingerstick meter, got two readings, a 50 and a 52, put them into the CGM. I realized I was symptomatically hypo but I’ve successfully treated many lows in this range.
But then I lost awareness of my situation and started an adrenaline sweat. I never thought once about claiming my burger at the counter. I knew enough to eat a couple of glucose tabs and thought about the mini-mart across the street that had candy bars. I finished my wine and packed up my backpack and left the restaurant completely forgetting about the hamburger.
I crossed a busy street waiting for the walk signal and went into the store and bought a large European style candy bar and ate the whole thing. As I walked home and my blood sugar ascended into the high 60’s and low 70’s. It was then that I wondered if I had eaten my hamburger. I concluded that I didn’t since eating a barbeque burger in a lettuce wrap means sticky hands. My hands were not sticky and I didn’t wash them during this episode.
This was a strange low. I was aware enough to treat my low with some glucose tabs but totally forgot about my ordered meal. I wonder why the counter help didn’t wonder why no one answered their call for order number 292?
I hate when this happens! Although I have really upped my BG game in the last several years, diabetes proves again that it can render me helpless. I’m telling this story here because I know you understand.

