Today has been a bit better. Face just aches without the spikes of crazy pain. But major headache - not migraine thankfully. Taking the day off work and resting as much as I can.

During an earlier nap CJ came in and asked where my nail polish remover was. I swear I told him and was fighting to stay awake to tell him I needed him to go to the Lego store for some specific bricks I needed to stabilize my Lego project. I sat up a few minutes later and looked around for the Lego project before realizing it had been a dream. CJ had asked about the remover but apparently I just grunted at him.

Headline of the day: "Police: man had sex with pool toy, again" [link]

Apparently those pink rafts are just ASKING FOR IT.

Apparently those pink rafts are just ASKING FOR IT.

You know it was a pool noodle. I will say no more.

TB--I got distracted looking for Mario Badescu links and just realised I didn't say: don't downplay that blood sugar problem. I don't know how many other Buffistas have "shoulda been unconscious at home" health scenarios, but most of mine have a really short window (and I haven't called the EMTs since I drank that glass of H2O2). Yours was serious.

(Although last week's nurse visit probably put me in some jeopardy. She came late Saturday instead of early Sunday so I had a whole lot more "normal" meds in my system. If this is what dilaudid feels like for normal people, I get why it's recreational. But it seemed to have interacted merrily with everything else I'd taken that day, and I was stoned as all fuck. Talking to the walls stoned. Changed for bed but didn't turn out any lights or even get into bed properly stoned.

And then I woke up at midnight and I was not only feeling level-headed (but stupid) but I could not fall back asleep.

I hate my biology.)

Not really downplaying. Did call 911 within five minutes, which given mental affects of low blood sugar is not a bad response time. Saw the doctor about it. She said two possibilites. One is that the 24 hour insulin I inject into stomach fat, hit the 1 in a million lottery you don't want to hit and went straight into a vein. If that happened, I got 24 hours worth of insulin in ten minutes. The other possibility is that since I'm pretty good about diet and great about exercise my insulin resistance was lowered. And while that usually happens gradually, it is not unknown for it to hit suddenly. Both are low prob scenarios, but I definitely hit a low prob scenario of some kind.

To be on the safe side , we are cutting the insulin does by over a fourth for a week, and leaving it at that even if the blood sugar ends up high during that week. At the end of the week if it is high we will gradually adjust it upward. If it was not resistance but hitting a vein, there is really not much you can do. There are veins everywhere. The fatty part of the stomach is the best place to avoid them. So odds are if that was it it won't happen again and anyway, and not much to be done to improve those odds. As of this morning not superhigh 121, which is not bad given that yesterday morning is was over 180. So I suspect that even if my dose is not the final one, the new dose will be closer to this than to the old one. So tentatively, sudden change in insulin resistance looks a little more likely than it did yesterday.

And a decrease in insulin resistance is a good thing, yeah? Just not when you find out the way that you did -- yikes!

That is really scary, Typo. I hit as low as 50 a few times when I was pregnant with Sara, but each time I was okay as soon as I chugged some OJ and had a few Oreos. Which my doctor yelled at me about -- he said I should have gone the peanut butter crackers and milk route, because it keeps your sugar steady longer, but at 3 in the morning, I just wanted to stop shaking.

I'm glad you called the EMTs, and your doctor.

I hit as low as 50 a few times

A friend of mine who has type 1 diabetes had her blood sugar just crash one time, like 35 or something. The scariest part was that she was married, and her husband -- who called 911 when she collapsed -- wondered if he should have given her an extra insulin shot (he did not give her one, FTR). How do you marry someone and NOT educate yourself on their disease that has the potential to fuck them up hugely??? (Or the potential for YOU to fuck up hugely if you give them insulin when their blood sugar is already 35.) Oh my god. They were at least 3 or 4 years into their relationship when that happened, so it's not like her diabetes was a new revelation to him.

They aren't married anymore, although that's not why. (Or hell, maybe the fact that he didn't give a shit to learn about his wife's medical condition WAS a factor. I mean, seriously. Way to not give a damn about your spouse.)

Wow, yeah, more! insulin would not have helped her.

I only ever had to take insulin when I was pregnant (you can't take oral diabetes meds if you are) and those were the only times I had scary lows. And when you wake up in the middle of the night sweating and shaking and dizzy, it's hard to even test your sugar level, much less take care of it. Insulin-dependent diabetes is no joke.

Timelies all!

In minor injury news, I have once again smacked my hand into an arm rest on the treadmill. I have a visible bump on the back of my hand that is already starting to turn colors. I am so talented...

...some random email...John Cleese...facial expression aficionado

Was it an anti-Botox campaign?