Need Some Adjustments.
The last few days have been nothing short of annoying - and I have the blood sugar logs to prove it. In this past week alone, I've had six low blood sugar episodes ringing in under 50 mg/dl. The lows are intense, sneaky, and have me fumbling with my meter, my hands, my words.
Hypoglycemic unawareness is very, very scary to me. It's this weird mix of being proud that I can still function at a blood sugar of 31 mg/dl, but also frightening because I'm not feeling the symptoms of a low until my body has almost crashed. Last night, as I was getting dressed to go to Chris's film event in the city, I felt the teeniest twinge of a headache, but nothing that stopped me from doing my hair or brushing my teeth. It wasn't until Chris asked me, nicely, if I was able to pull up HopStop on my Blackberry from the train.
My snippy response: "Yeah. I can, okay?" Pause, realizing I was being enormously bitchy. "I'm going to test. I think I'm low."
A few seconds later, I'm looking at that officially scary number of 31 mg/dl staring back at me. Still, no real symptoms. I drank some juice, finished getting ready, and put on my coat and scarf. It wasn't until I was all buttoned up and ready to go that my legs gave out and my brain went on hiatus. It took about 30 minutes to fully recover.
Later on, during the screening, I tested at random and saw a blood sugar of 48 mg/dl. More juice. More nervousness, because that one came without any warning whatsoever.
I'm not sure what's been going on these past few days, but the lows have been unpredictable, yet daily. I can't explain them with an "Oh, I over-bolused," or "I did a more intense workout than usual," or "Whoops, I forgot to eat!" I even (TMI) took a pregnancy test to rule out any possible biscuit building. Negative - no biscuit. So now what?
My Dexcom sensors arrived via FedEx yesterday and I put one on this morning (after charging the receiver - I always forget to do that in advance). Actually, Chris put it on for me because the sensor is on the back of my right arm today.
"I'm glad this is back on," he said, expertly pulling out the needle and attaching the black sensor to the housing on my arm. Since I wear my sensors mostly on my arm or my lower back, Chris is the one who knows how to put them on best. His hands move quickly and surely, talking to me as he attaches this device to my body.
"Me, too. Yesterday sort of sucked. The gym on Monday sucked, too." The sensor clicked into place and he kissed me on the cheek.
Now that I can watch the numbers trend and burn, I'm going to run a basal test for the next few afternoons, so I can see what the hell is going on with my body. Am I suddenly more sensitive in the afternoons? Is there something going on in the morning that is affecting my afternoon numbers? Are the glucose gremlins on vacation? I'm counting on my meter, the Dexcom, and a little old-fashioned freaking vigilance to help me find the source of these lows.
Either way, I'm still on this diabetes trapeze. But at least I have a bit of a safety net now.