Since I had a meeting soon after lunch, I got my Snickers bar and bolused accordingly without waiting the standard 30 minutes for my insulin to kick in. Of course, I sky-rocketed to 325 mg/dL before I started coming down. But since the last few days had been rock solid on the insulin absorption front, I started coming down fast . . . too fast. Even without a correction, I was still dropping so much that I needed to drink some juice before I left work.
Riding this glucoaster left me so drained when I got home, that I punted on making dinner and declared it "Leftovers Day" (we both ended up eating a bowl of cereal, but I digress). But it seemed no matter how much I ate, I couldn't get my BG back up AND stable. It seemed like my numbers were playing some sort of virtual tennis game, and whenever I would hit 100 mg/dL my trend immediately started going down again. It got to the point where I was literally sick of eating, and just wanted to go to sleep.
When I was ready to go to bed, I was 89 mg/dL with a straight arrow down. I didn't want to eat anymore, especially in the middle of the night, so I set a 50% temporary basal for 2 hours. Constance did go off about 30 minutes after I was in bed, saying I was 69 mg/dL--right under my low threshold (I was kind of annoyed that I was "Low" but just under. I just wanted to go to sleep, and being woken up from a 69 mg/dL was like "What?! You couldn't be one or two points higher!"). I tested but my meter said I was 99 mg/dL. I corrected Constance, and she compromised at 85 mg/dL but still with a southeast arrow. I figured my temporary basal would kick in soon, so I went to sleep.
This is where things went to crap. According to Constance, I jumped to just under 350 mg/dL and stayed there for 3 hours! What scared me most is that I didn't wake up. This is exactly the kind of situations I wanted to avoid with a CGM. I finally got up at 3 AM when Constance woke me up at 276 mg/dL. Luckily, my meter said I was actually 181 mg/dL, so I'm hoping that Constance was overshooting that 3-hour, 350 cruise. The thought of being at that number for that long just makes my stomach turn. My first thought when I woke up (at 127 mg/dL, I didn't correct the 181 for fear of going low again, I was comfortable just cruising until I woke up, basal rates may need tweaking) was I wondered if these past few bad days was going to mess up my blood work that I'm going to get done on Friday.
|A recap of my bad day. (I wanetd to label this pic "crappy_day" in my Constance folder, but I already had one labeled that. So this is crappy_day2, ducking fiabetes.)|
I think next time, I'll just reward myself with a diet soda. =(