And I am ever thankful to Him for His protection. Just this morning...I inadvertently overtreated a high(188) upon arising at 6.a.m( did not use the bolus wizard,do not know WHY NOT?)...Went to the computerllooked at several sites; did not eat breakfast, nodded off, so I laid down for what I thought would be a breif nap;I woke up 3 hours later to shakes,sweats and confusion..... I knew I was critcally low. I could not get to my feet, and my vision was blurred. When I get that low...( Probably in the low 30"s from how I was feeling,) I could not get to the glucometer because standing up and moving was so difficult. I knew I had to do something....All of a sudden the doorbell rang...I shouted" I am here"!, but I could not move. It was my gardner/lawn mower person and friend. I could barely answer him when he called my name. I shuffled to the door, holding the walls and furniture to keep from falling. When I opened the door, I could barely speak. He kept asking me questions.. I told him I was sick, with a low blood suga,r and needed help. I ambled to the kitchen where ther was full bottle of glucose tabs on the table. I mumbeled "get that..." and pointed to them, not even able to verbalize their label. AI shuffled to the kitchen table and the chair, but couldn't ( wouldn't/) sit doown. He kept asking me if I wanted to sit down, but Icould not anwer any questions. I just leaned aginst him to keep from falling,he held me up but could not soeakand had slow reponse time. After much prodding and questioning I gave him my first cousin's number and he called him on the cell.. I ate 5 glucose tabs ( no point in checking sugars and wasting time aat this point) and was ushered to the living room sofa. He called the squad, much to my protests. I was begnining to immediately feel better...I talked to the gentlemen on the phone and told then that I had treaated the low. They said they were around the corner and were coning anyway... 6 paramedics appeared at my door, as I fidgeted, looking for the test strips...I, of course was my usual vocal self by then..I thanked them for coming but asured them I did not need a hospital trip... I showed them the glucose tabs and glucometer,.I assuring them that my blood glucose was on the rise. I said , that I had had diabetes for 43 years, and that I did not want to go to the hospital for furhter treatment. I tested and it was 62. They said that they agreed with me, took my blood pressure ( an unusual 138/70;), asked me identifying info to make sure my brain was clear, and Had me to sign off that I refused hospital transport). .
My gardnender was relieved.. It must have been so scary for him to see me weak, incoherent, and immobile. I thanked him so much for looking after me. He left and then in about 5 minutes my cousin came over and watched while I ate brunch :two slices of turkey bolgna, a carrot' chai tea and 1/2 cup of left-over TimHorton potato soup. I felt so much better then!!!
I am so constantly amazed that whenever I have a disabling low, God always sends someone to help me.. He always takes care of me in my hour of need. Just like in the fall when a former roomate just happened to have stopped by, unplanned, while I was home alone on the floor with a blood sugar of 22.. I do not believe this is serendipity nor luck.: Even though I am now retired form the school system, I apparently have another season of things to achieve and others to help. HE (GOD) ALWAYS''HAS MY BACK''!!! Nertheless, I am going to have to use that sound mind He has given me and (1) wear my CGMS and (2) stop it with those rage bolluss guesstimates. I hate starting the day out of range,but that is n o xcuse to be foolhardy. As I have said before, insulin is both life-saving and lethal; and walking that tightrope is a 24/7 challenge.
So grateful to be alive, well , and happy today!!