I do not know what makes them stick like this, the lows that creep in and stay creepy for hours at a time.
“Is this thing serious?” I asked. Then I’d prick my finger to confirm that, indeed the Dexcom was serious, and I was in fact still low.
There are times when high blood sugars are stubborn and refuse to come down, even when I rage bolus and exercise. But I can tolerate a sticky high because, even though it’s not comfortable, I can still function properly-ish.
The endless lows, though, work me over in a way that’s entirely different. Last night, I came home from the gym with a downward drop in my Dexcom, and it lasted for two and a half hours. Which meant that, for two and a half hours, I had a combination of numb lips/tongue, shaky hands, mental fogginess, and that urge to cry without reason. I had to constantly tell my daughter, “I just need a few more minutes, because my blood sugar is low.” I was thankful that Chris was home to help me negotiate parenting stuff/reminding me to eat something else.
What makes this happen? How can I chomp down ten glucose tabs and a banana and some applesauce over the course of three hours and barely see a blood sugar budge? It took over a 150 carbs to make a dent (And that dent peaked up to 200 and then promptly fell again. What the eff?).
“What are you now?” Chris asked before bed.
“202. And I’m fine with that,” I replied with finally-not-numb-lips-and-a-shirt-collar-dusted-with-glucose-tabs.