The reasons why I ended up so high are complicated: a combination of poor bolus calculation, not pre-bolusing, a higher carb meal, and an infusion set ripened and rotting at the end of day three made for that wicked high blood sugar. I need to own it because there are things I could have done differently for a better outcome.
Fact is, I was high. Way too high. And sitting on the train heading into New York City with high blood sugars cruising around in my body created a rough ride. I couldn’t use my computer or read because my eyes were exhausted and my vision was blurry. My arms and legs felt heavy and slow to respond, making the trek back and forth to the bathroom painful. If you cut me open, I feel like maple syrup would have spilled from my veins. Everything kind of hurt and ached and felt laced with lethargy.
And I had only been high for an hour.
I took an injection of insulin (my preferred method of attack for blood sugars that are excessively high and sticky) and drank water while I waited for my blood sugar to return to range. I knew it would come down eventually, but remaining in that high hurt, physically.
An hour later, I checked my blood sugar and saw that it was starting to drop. 314 mg/dL felt amazing compared to the 400+ I was earlier. Two hours later, I was in the 200’s and could have danced my way off the train and through Penn Station. The difference that one injection of insulin made was amazing. I felt human again, and able to engage in my life.
Sara wrote about how prolonged high blood sugars feel, and her post hit deep.
I write this to remind myself how important insulin is for people with type 1 diabetes. And how much it hurts to not have the right amount of it racing through your body.
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