Maybe it's part of the database repair/restart.

Up to check my blood glucose and a pit stop.

I had an...incident...after work last night.

I take my insulin with me to work. Regular Humalin short-acting for when I need to bring my glucose level down soonest, I generally take for spot checks and before lunch. Then I have the long acting stuff I take before I leave work because I like to keep a balance and one of them should be taken an hour before meals.

Last night I was distracted, and suddenly realized I had taken a whole syringe of short-acting instead of the long-acting. Worse yet, I had taken my blood glucose and it was only 135, within normal range for eating, and still usually enough that the drive home would lower it further.

Taking a whole syringe of short-acting was very bad.

For Good or ill, I decided to get going home, and stop for gas right away and get something to boost my blood glucose.

I made it to the gas station and had to deal with the pump not wanting to start. It took me some time to realize some roguish japester had decided to switch the hoses to the different grades.

Anyway, I went inside and found the hot chocolate dispenser, full sugar, and added extra sugar and managed to drink half of it before paying for it and gas. I drank the other half before leaving the store.

And it was then the low glucose hit. I started sweating and got weak, and strapped myself in for the ride. I have this driving zen thing that seems to help keep my glucose from bottoming out, so I got back on the road.

I was still feeling the effects as I drove, so I dug in my backpack for the three glucose tablets I have carried around since 2003 when I was diagnosed.

I was surprised by their texture, I had expected something a little less like sugar cakes, but that's what they are, so i guess that's to be expected.

I was feeling better another 10 miles down the road, so I headed home.

For those who know what blood glucose should be (around 100 is normal) should take note that after 20 ounces of sugar-laden hot cocoa, and a three-pack of glucose tablets, my glucose sat at 113 when I checked it after changing clothes.

I then proceeded to have a couple ounces of potato chips with supper and potatoes in with my vegetables and beef supper and a large Braeburn apple and a Reeses cup I had for emergencies.

I was taking no chances.

Well, not again.

I woke up a bit ago and just took my glucose and it's only 160. A reasonable spot to be in to burn some off sleeping until breakfast.

Phew.

Okay, enough typing, more sleeping.

I'm glad you made it home ok Daniel.

Oh, Daniel! That is scary. I'm glad you're ok, though.

I then proceeded to have a couple ounces of potato chips with supper and potatoes in with my vegetables and beef supper and a large Braeburn apple and a Reeses cup I had for emergencies.

Hey! You said those weren't potato chips! You fibber.

Well, ok, the man was probably doing that for my own good - because while I'm lower-carbing it, the potato chips are more of a temptation than the Reese's Cups.

Does anyone remember that poetry site that had a poem for each day of the school year? I thought I bookmarked it, but maybe it was so long ago it's not on this computer. I want to pass the link along.

Sad news for Hec.

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Daniel, I'm glad you made it home ok.

Once, when DH had a doctor's appointment with a fasting blood draw, he pushed the appointment into the afternoon but refused to wake up and eat a light breakfast (per doctor's orders.) So I went with him and when the doctor checked his blood glucose, he asked DH if he had a ride home. He then told ME to drive and to stop and get DH something to eat IMMEDIATELY. DH's blood sugar was 40. I have no idea why he wasn't passed out at that point.

Daniel, I am so glad you're okay!!

I had whooping cough a few years ago, even though I was vaccinated for that one -- the vaccine can wear off.

My doc re-vaccinated me for whooping cough within the last couple of years. I started teaching and she wanted to make sure the germy kids wouldn't kill me.

DH's blood sugar was 40. I have no idea why he wasn't passed out at that point.

My cousin Steve tested at 32 one day. I have no idea why he isn't dead by now.

I had some low 40s when I was pregnant with Sara and using insulin. Mostly middle-of-the-night, wake-up-shaking-and-sweating moments, neatly cured with orange juice and Oreos. Still, scary. I hated that feeling.