I woke up high this morning, thanks to a late-night snack of quinoa that didn't get into my system fully until well after I'd gone to bed. Pre-bedtime test was 94 mg/dl, but I woke up at 7:30 am with a full bladder, sweaters on the ol' teeth, a backache, small ketones, and a blood sugar of 298 mg/dl. I cranked in a correction bolus and went about getting ready for work.
I don't usually fall fast after highs. It takes me about two hours to really settle back into a steadier range, and sometimes longer to even start the blood sugar tumble. So I showered, reconnected the pump, got dressed in a hurry, and shuffled my almost-always-late ass out the door. Mind you, only 38 minutes had passed from the time I bolused.
Got to work, turned on my computer, and started picking through my work emails. But I had that feeling of foggy distraction - the sound of a coworker tapping her fingers against the keys were resonating in my brain too loudly. And I clicked on "new" about three times before realizing that I was trying to "reply" to an email instead. Brain was malfunctioning. So I tested, knowing something was up.
Or down, since the result was 53 mg/dl and falling fast.
I reached into my small, compact work bag (lie: the bag is enormous and I'll end up deformed from carrying around so much unnecessary crap) and pulled out a bottle of juice I'd had stashed for a few weeks. It was a bottle I used at the gym once before and just refilled for an emergency. I twisted off the cap and heard a distinct hiss, like I woke up an angry grape juice rattle snake.
Juice doesn't normally hiss, does it?
I gave the contents a quick sniff and realized that the grape juice had fermented and was now spoiled and closer to "wine" than "reaction treater." Thankfully, I had a can of juice in the fridge at work, so a quick pull helped elevate my blood sugar.
Kerri, take note (from yourself in third person): Juice becomes wine when you have it go from hot to cold a million times. No juice when you're low becomes whine. Though the pun is delightful, stick with glucose tabs, okay? They're less apt to spoil.