I had just gotten Kayleigh into the crib for a nap, and my wife had just left to go shopping with a friend. Two hours ago, I tested at 201, and took ten units of humalog to correct. Around two, I realized that I was sweating, and not feeling too sharp. Tested, and I was at 51. Holy carp! Small bottle of orange juice, peanut butter sandwich and a cherry coke (my wife will kill me for drinking one of her cherry cokes), and I’m up at 120. Probably going to go way higher, I’m sure I over did it, but I’m at home with the baby, and don’t want to take a chance on bottoming out.
I’ve been low before. Before I was diagnosed as a T1 back in May of this year, I had been diagnosed as a reactive hypoglycemic probably 15 years ago in the Air Force - so I knew what going low meant - but this was a low without warning, just hit all of a sudden (I realize I’m preaching to the choir here). I’ve always hated the feeling afterwards - just absolutely wiped out, feeling clammy and all that other fun stuff. Again, I’m preaching to the choir, I know. Anyway, time to sit back and let it come back up online, and then test again in 30 minutes. Maybe I’ll get the chili going for dinner tonight. Who knows.