I have been so stressed out about the loss of my friend. Saturday, family arrived and I was off duty. Ate a great meal with my husband (on the grill!) and had a Christmas cookie for dessert. Went to bed at 150, 3 hours after the meal which was lots of lee way for me.(OK, from my post on Saturday, you all know I had a rare, small martini, took a book to bed.)
Fast forward to Sunday morning..paramedics, fire trucks, all the worst stuff. Came around about 9:30..took them over an hour to bring me around. Have felt like ... for about 36 hours and slept 12 hours last night.
Glucose levels never exceeded 130 yesterday. Woke up at 342 this morning, corrected. Ran around all morning doing errands. At noon I was 339. Had a tightly controlled lunch and was 450 at 2:30. Corrected again with an injection, changed my pump out...
At 6:30 I was still 300, fearing correction, and oh! food. Had taken 8.8 bolus units throughout the day and eaten 17 carbs (generally take about 15 units per day, which includes 10 units of basal.)
About 8:00 was 159 with 2 units on board. Finally ate a small careful snack. Have set the alarm to test every 2 hours overnight.
I have never had a low kick me this hard. Thoughts? (did a lot of water today!)