On Saturday I traveled to Nashville to meet with the Adult Type 1 Diabetics group for the second time. We meet, had lunch, and just generally chatted about life and diabetes. It's nice to meet people who understand. And to spend time in a group of people that it's weird NOT to beep. :)
We were beeping and booping all over the place. So funny. And so normal for us.
After leaving the group, I decided to go shopping for my sister's birthday present. She is turning 13 this month, and I had an idea of what I wanted to get for her. I am not terribly familiar with Nashville, though I can get around if need be. I was coming into the mall backwards from the way I normally come. As I was getting ready to get on the exit, I was double checking signs when I should have been looking in front of me and I didn't hit my breaks in time. Basically, I rear-ended a guy. :( His car had very little damage and neither of us was hurt.
My car, however, bit the dust. It was toast.
So, in addition to feeling like a total looser, being two hours from home, and having caused an accident....I was without a car.
Paid off car = bye, bye.
Car payment = hello.
On the plus side, the guy I hit was super nice and very calm about the whole thing. I was so thankful for that, since I was such a mess.
Also, the new car I got is much nicer and is built much better than my old car.
So, other than an increase in insurance premiums (which I'm sure will come soon), and a car payment (MUCH cheaper than I thought it would be), I came out pretty good.
Lesson learned: forget about it being the correct exit. Just get off. You can always get back on the highway later.
That the good and the bad...now for the ugly.
I've been fighting low blood sugars for day. Extremely low. The kind that makes you sweat, shake, and think you are going to pass out. I hate it. Because not only do I feel like I'm going to keel over at any minute, it's also a feeling that hangs around so long after the low is gone, that I am over treating myself.
Example: Last night about 5 pm, I was 78 and dropping. Drank a 15 g juice box. At 6:30, I was 68. Ate dinner. Waited 40 minutes to bolus. At 8:00, 58. Ate some food (by this time, I was out of juice boxes and had no car to drive). At 8:30 I was 47. Called my mom to come bring me juice. And a car. Drank somewhere around 20 ounces of juice (darn panic drinking!) due to shaky, sweaty, and fear of passing out.
By 11:30 I was 302.
This morning woke up 204. Corrected. By 8:00 I was 47. Ate breakfast and had juice. Waited to bolus. By 9:00 I was 238. Was 99 at lunch. 78 at 4:30. 66 at 6:30. Ate about 15 grams of carbs. Was 238 at 9:30.
So, as you can see, it's a constant roller coaster. And it's driving me up the wall.
Any suggestions? I have a new bottle of insulin in my pump (started this morning), so I know it's not that.
I think it might be stress. But I'm not sure.
I'm giving it 2 more days and then I'm calling the doctor.
So as you can see, it's been totally crazy in my life since Saturday. I'm hoping this weekend calms down some. Wish me luck with that!