The low blood sugar hadn’t rooted firmly enough in my brain yet, but I knew something was wrong. My feet were heavy against the treadmill belt, and I kept rewinding the show I was watching because the dialog wasn’t making much sense to me.
BEEEEP! BEEEEP! BEEEEEEEP! hollered my phone (aka surrogate Dexcom receiver) from the cupholder of the treadmill.
57 mg/dL with the pigeon head facing south.
“Oh hey,” I said, all casual, while my brain was throwing itself against the inside of my skull, shouting “That low, though! Go get something to eaaaaaaaaat!”
Instead, I felt compelled to wait until the treadmill had reached an even number of minutes left (WHY?? This sort of compulsion happens regularly.) before I would head upstairs to grab a snack.
Upstairs, I walked through the living room into the kitchen, passing Chris, who asked, “You okay?” and I responded with a grunted, “Low.”
Reaching the fridge, I opened it up and grabbed the first thing I saw: an already-opened juice box. The straw was at the ready, making my fumbling fingers flex with relief. Slightly dizzy and with the low blood sugar almost fully acknowledged by my mind, I drained what was left of the juice box.
Trouble is, the juice box had apparently been left in the desert to ferment and was then tucked back into the fridge. The fizzy, nasty grape taste in my mouth woke my brain up completely, only urging me to throw up instead of deal with the hypo. I ambled over to the sink and stood there, holding the edge of it, the breaking news ticker in my brain reading “DON’T PUKE DON’T PUKE.”
I didn’t puke.
I chased the fermented juice box with some raisins. I returned to my work out. I wondered briefly if I was somewhat drunk. This isn’t the first time this has happened, and it sure as hell won’t be the last.
Accidentally drank a fermented juice box to treat a low. Wasn't the first time; won't be the last. #sweatabetes
— Kerri / Diabetes (@sixuntilme) January 16, 2017
Mine is 30 minutes. I refuse to stop riding my bicycle or stationary bicycle until I get to 30 minutes. I hate uneven things. Did I mention 30 minutes?
last night or early this am i had a low,low,low. dexcom went on the fritz didn’t work was giving me the finger! (hour glass sign!) dexcom doesn’t seem to want to go more than a week maybe ten days instead of two weeks or more. guess they must’ve heard we were using them longer than we should! anyone else make this observation? glad you recovered safely. bad fermented juice sucks anytime especially when low!
Yes. I had a Dexcom rep I met at a conference tell me that they would never redesign the G5 to last less long than the G4 but it poops out a ton earlier in my experience. I’ve had people tell me the opposite though, so I’m confused. The hourglass with the demand to input another BS reading in 15 minutes is the most infuriating thing on earth. And when you comply, and it just asks you to do it again, in another 15 minutes? Aaaargh.
I find the same thing! I’ll have a perfectly stuck-n sensor, and after 7 or maybe 10 days if I’m lucky, it’s all ??? I do have a G4 though, but I feel like in the past they always made it to the 2 week mark or longer (assuming it stayed adhered well enough). Maybe the newer G4 transmitter and receiver I just started using aren’t as long lasting as the older G4 ones?
It’s amazing what emotions the appearance of those three question marks can elicit!
I hate uneven or odd numbers too!!! I thought only I was that daft to hate a poor little uneven number. It hasn’t done anything to me!!! It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who does that!!!
not really glad per se to hear that im not the only one with shorter life spans on sensors. guess they weren’t or aren’t making enough on us!