Admittedly, I am pretty blasé about my numbers. Anything under 120 and I usually feel low. Hovering around 200 I feel great. Strange, but true. But 429 on a day when I actually tested before breakfast and again after and made the necessary correction is way high even for me! I woke up with a splitting headache, checked my blood sugar: 165, and guzzled some water and ibuprofen, waited for that to kick in then onto coffee. By the time I left the house the pain was mostly gone. After about 30 minutes at work it was back & by lunchtime had reached epic proportions. I took more ibuprofen with water and went to lie down (one of the few perks of my job is ‘Ladies Lounge’ with a comfy couch in a dimly lit room). Shit, I know I should test. 429 – WTF? I corrected earlier for my 285 and have not eaten anything since. This awful headache, maybe I am really getting sick – damn!
My infusion set came out and I didn’t even notice it. Could’ve been the particular pair of pants that I am wearing, linen drawstring ones that rest dangerously close to the site. Four hours and close to 15 units later, and I am down to 200 and starving! My husband, after making sure I am okay and that it is coming down, tells me that I have to be more careful. I know this is true but I absolutely hate it. My thoughts are so clogged with other things there just doesn’t seem to be the space to worry about this too.
I will probably crash later. I hate having to worry about this hate feeling like this. I am so not cut out for the role of diabetic. ARGH!!!!