Dixie had a busy day yesterday. I didn’t have a new pump site, I wasn’t in a marathon, but man, were my blood sugars low. She had to alert like crazy.
It started in the morning with a wake up visit from Dixie. She woke me up earlier than I would have liked. I tested and was 67. I grabbed some powerade and went back to sleep. Got up about a half hour later and was a cool 105. I had a small breakfast and bolused for 25 carbs. By lunch I was down to 71. Had some soup and a salad with a roll. I didn’t measure the roll, but guessed that it was 35 carbs. That plus the few carbs for the roll and soup brought the total bolus to 45. Seemed right. Guess it was an over calculation because by 4:00, I was down to 62. Had some more powerade. I was getting ready for dinner around 7:00 when I felt really horrible. I actually sat down on the kitchen floor because I thought I was going to pass out. I tested and was 55. Not really low enough to feel as horrible as I did. With those many successive lows, I think that I just wore my body out. Of course before bed I tested and was up to 189. Gave a little correction for that number and clocked in this morning at 77. Better way to start the day. Dam diabetes!
I really wanted to participate in the OC Challenge. I just couldn’t imagine taking pictures of all four meters that I use each day. One meter stays at work, one upstairs, one downstairs, and one in my bedroom. I could never organize it all. My last A1c was 6.3, and I really would like to have one in the 5s. I’d also like to not have tons of lows. I’m working on it. Maybe next year. I think that it’s a great idea and a great support network to share.