Last night was another wonderful #dsma tweet-chat. Just like last week, when the clock hit 10pm I felt good... I felt like there are people out there who feel like I do. This is only the second week that I've participated, but I feel like if I could make life go exactly as I wish, I would never do anything else on a Wednesday night between 9 and 10pm... It's really refreshing to connect with other people who know what it's like.
I feel like I sort of needed that connection, especially after Tuesday night. I was hanging out with Boyfriend, not doing much (lazing around...too tired to do much) and just generally feeling sort of blehh. I started feeling super sluggish, and since I'd been stable all day (I "spiked" to 7.2 after eating - that was my highest bg all day! AWESOME day! 😀 😀 😀) I chalked my tiredness up to it being a long and stress-y day at work. It didn't even occur to me to think that it might be bg-related.
Thennnn.... I started laughing. Hysterically. I had been talking for a bit, but had only just started to realize that I couldn't feel my tongue. Or part of my jaw. Or, curiously, the pads of my fingers on my right hand. The tongue/face tingling and numbness aren't new, but my hand going all spastic was a new one for me (for a low, anyways. I've got circulation issues in that hand from a few old injuries, but never before has the flare-up of my nerve stuff coincided with a bad low). After I stopped giggling and regained my composure, Boyfriend graciously offered to go get me some juice (I think he might have doubted my ability to navigate stairs at that point). He asked how much I wanted, and I, judging by how bad I felt plus the knowledge that I was about to go to sleep, said around 20g of carbs. Being the wonderful human being that he is, Boyfriend measured out approximately the right amount of juice (he actually read the label! <3) and brought me a glass of juice. I gulped it back, waited the appropriate 15 minutes, and yay! I had gone from 2.6 to 2.7!
I was (understandably) not impressed. SO not impressed.
I was also very tired... and decided to wait it out. 10 minutes later I had come up to a nice 3.6, which is still too low for me. I didn't want to go back downstairs for more juice, so I cracked open a tube of glucose tablets that I found in the bottom of a drawer. They've probably been expired for...a little while (it said "2001" on the tube. Not "Exp: 2001" though.... just "2001"...so maybe that was a product code and not an expiration year?), but other than a weirdly chunky consistency they still tasted like glucose tablets normally do (like chalk). These also had a nutritional graph on the side that said that 2 glucose tabs equalled 4.75g of carbohydrates (super weird! I don't think I've ever seen anything like that in...well, since I can remember). I forced down 2 of them, brushed and flossed (again...) and went to bed. 4.75g of carbs, almost a half hour after 20g used to treat a low, should be enough to bring me to a nice # and keep me there til morning...right?
Ohhh, Melody. You know better than that.
Woke up? 13.2. Grumble grumble grumble.
On the plus side: It's Halloween! I carved pumpkins tonight :D. I know I'm super late - I normally have them done by mid-October, but this year I just kept pushing it back until...well, til today :P. I had around 200 trick-or-treaters last year, so I need to make sure my pumpkins are awesome. Don't take my word for it though: see for yourself!
I hope everyone has a lovely Halloween :). Happy haunting!