Tag Archives: Low blood sugar

Oppe for the Win!

Lately I’ve been having a few lows before I go to bed.  Right when I get comfy under the covers my Dexcom goes off.  Not the best timing but better than in the middle of the night.  Any who, I keep a Carpi Sun on my nightstand so hopefully I don’t have to get out of bed.  What… I’m lazy, it’s winter and I’m all snuggled up.

Since I’ve had so many of these bedtime lows I’ve gotten really good at throwing away the juice pouch without even looking for my tiny trash can.

I would have to say 4 out of 5 times after I gulp down the fake juice I throw the foily pouch over my shoulder and hear it land with delight (no swish) into my plastic bin.  I look over and there it is sitting on top.  Not too bad!

I’m pretty sure I’m the Larry Bird-of Capri Sun-nothing but net- three pointers in my trashcan-diabetic champ.  At least in my house.

No Mood

I am really in no mood today to post because work is being a big ole bitch.  And tomorrow is not going to be any better.  But what really tops the sundae is no frickin’ cherry.  It’s my Dexcom continuously going off with false lows.  Just slight ones.  I’m at 82 and it’s beeping at me saying I’m 69.  I’M NOT!  Just stop!  So I SHUT IT DOWN!  Literally.  Shutdown has happened.  I’ll turn it back on when I get home but right now at work, I can’t handle it.  I can’t handle anything!  Blerg.

Wordless Wednesday: Night of the Living Low

lowLast night I woke up to find I was severely low.  So low it just said LOW.  Yeah, one of “those” lows.  So I went to the kitchen and gulped down my 8 sips of orange juice.  Usually that picks me up and I’m good to go.  Apparently not last night.  As you can see I was low pretty much from about 1am until 7am with a teeny tiny peak around 4am of 80. So I kept eating.  Like a never ending circle, I kept eating.  Crasins were my go to snack.  I brought my Costco size bag to my bedroom, got back under the covers (it’s -2 here in Denver so there was no way I was staying in the cold longer than I had to) and I started watching Netflix to keep myself awake.  I ate handful after handful and watched four full episodes of Hart of Dixie. (I don’t know why I chose that show in my low induced fog but I did).  I was awake for easily four hours last night, shivering, low, eating an insane number of calories and carbs, and pissed off.

I don’t know how many carbs I ate.  I don’t know why I was low for such a long time.  But I do know I didn’t get enough sleep so before I go to bed tonight I am eating a peanut butter sandwich with a  glass of milk like I use to back in the good ole days.  That was my bedtime snack to help me sustain a stable blood sugar while I slept.  Who knows what it really did for me, my NPH middle of the night spike, and no Dexcom back then, but it seemed to work so I’m trying it again.

Basal Rates

I understand changing your rates.  There are times when you do so more often.  You’re pregnant, on a new medication, exercise regiment is different.  What I don’t get is why all of a sudden I’m high around 2 am, then dropping to about 55 at 6am and then spiking back up into the 200’s by 10am.  And that’s without eating or taking any insulin.

Did my hormones all of a sudden go completely out of whack?  Is my body rebelling against me even more?  What the h-e-double hockey sticks is going on!?

It is beyond frustrating.  I’ve been doing everything you can to stay in control, especially overnight.  All I want is more than 4 hours of uninterrupted sleep without Roxy yelling at me. First it’s just a peep saying, “I’m high.”  Then it moves on to, “Pay Attention to Me!”  Then finally, “I SAID LOOK AT ME!

This happened to me a few months ago and I can’t figure out if this is a similar situation or if some new factor has reared its ugly head.  So after three nights of being pissed off I am changing my basal rates Again and hopefully I’ll have some success.

I imagine a Dexcom is kind of like having a baby.  But when a real baby wails you can’t throw it across the room, hide it under your pillow, or ignore until you’re finally back in range.


Nightmare on Elm Street

Or in my case… Marion Street

I’m sure most people know the premise of Nightmare on Elm Street.  A bunch of teenagers (including Johnny Depp making his big screen debut) are stalked and killed in their dreams (and thus killed in reality) by a severely burned man named Freddy Krueger.  So to avoid being murdered in their sleep they stay awake for days.  They drink pots of coffee, take caffeine pills, listen to blaring music.

Last night I woke up around 4am to a blaring Dexcom saying I was low…and man did I feel crappy.  My tongue was numb, I was sweaty, vision was blurry.  I popped the straw into my nightstand Capri Sun and gulped it down.  Then I waited for the sugar to kick in.  But waiting for your sugar to come, especially in the middle of the night when you are beyond tired, is ridiculously difficult.  I just want to close my eyes and hope I drank enough carbs that will get me through to the morning.  So I went to Facebook, I put on music, and I played a game of Candy Crush waiting until I felt better.  I noticed another D-pal was on Facebook after dealing with her second low of the night.  Her post: “The calories I consumed during my two (yes two) low blood sugars’ refrigerator binges (so far) don’t count. Right? I said right?! (I’m looking at you Halloween)”

That got me thinking. How many of us are there up in the middle of the night at the same time, and what do we all do to pass the time until we feel better?  Granted there are times where I am literally sitting on my kitchen floor, eating straight out of the fridge and the only thing I can do is eat till I feel better.   Then I bolus.  (Don’t judge, we’ve all done it.)

What do you do to stay awake?  Wake up your partner until you feel better?  Walk the halls until you’re not tingly anymore?  Stare at your meter and Dexcom until you see the arrow pointing up to safety? Hopefully no one is taking such drastic measures as the kids living on Elm Street but whatever it takes, right?  They’re trying to survive Freddy, we’re trying to survive a low blood sugar.  It’s all relative… kinda.

Oh and maybe it’s just me but after a middle of the night low, waking up the next morning is almost impossible.  I usually sleep through my alarm, wake up late and then drag ass half the day.  Ugh.

And for your viewing pleasure, Johnny Depp in a belly football shirt.




Scary Thought

I am a dreamer.  Like the kind you have when you are sleeping, not a person whose dreams and plans are not practical or based in reality.  (Well sometimes I’m that kind too but right now I am talking about the Sandman kind.)

When I dream, they are extremely vivid.  I have many that are influenced by what’s going on in my life and these dreams seem very real to me.  What’s scary though is last night I had a dream where I was having coffee with a friend and needed to take insulin.  I dialed in my bolus and went on my merry way.  Then I suddenly woke up and realized my hand was on my pump.  I sat straight up and thought, “oh my god, what if I ‘slept pumped’ (like sleep walking).” I went into my history to see when the last time I bloused was.  Thankfully it was 9pm the night before and not at 4am.  But could you imagine!?  What if I had?  What if I hadn’t woken up and I had a severe low after blousing 3.5 units in my sleep?

I would say these are the things that keep me up at night but that’s a lie.  These are the things that haunt my dreams apparently.

In the Middle of the Night…

About a week ago I had a bad low while sleeping  As I sat on my kitchen floor drinking Capri Suns and eating Crasins with my dog looking for a hand out, I started singing “In the Middle of the Night” by Billy Joel.  Then I started laughing like a madman because I thought of the line, “in the middle of the night, I go low in my sleep”.  I thought it was hilarious, though it very well could have been a side effect of the low.  But that song has stuck with me so I decided to change the words of the one and only Billy Joel, and make it into a D-Song.  So if you play Mr.Joel’s music video and sing the words below, I found it very catchy.  And now I sing it all of the time.  I may have too much time on my hands.  Oh well.  Enjoy. (and fyi Roxy is my CGM’s name)

In the middle of the night
I hear Dexcom go beep
From the mountain of pillows
To my dreams so deep
I must be feelin’ something
Something sweaty and shaky
But the sugars too low
And it’s too hard to move

Even though I know that the kitchen is there
I walk down every hall and I stop and stare
I try to fumble with the light switch off
So I can finally find what I’ve been looking for…

In the middle of the night
I go low in my sleep
Through the panic and fear
I hear Roxy go beep.

I’ve been searching for something
Taken out of my blood
Something I’d like to eat
Something to keep me in control

I don’t know why I go low at night
But now I’m tired and I don’t want to eat anymore

I hope it doesn’t take the rest of my life
Until my blood sugar stops dropping down no more

In the middle of the night
I go eating in my sleep
Through the pantry of food
To the freezer so deep
I know I’m searching for something
Something sugary sweet
That I can shove in my mouth
Hopefully a delicious treat…

In the middle of the night

I’m not sure how many carbs are in this
God knows I try to stay between the lines
I fantasize that I’m perfect as I eat
Hoping that it’s only fifteen or twenty grams..

In the middle of the night
I go up and down in my sleep
Through the sugary maze
And the trials of the “D”
We’re all looking for balance
We all want that safety
That our CGM brings
To the sleeping d-peep
In the middle of the night

Now if only Billy Joel would record it with these words… That’s tomorrow’s project!

The Panic Button

I recently got a new phone. It’s fancy and has all sorts of new gadgets on it like a heart rate monitor, pedometer and a killer camera. But the best new addition (maybe best for a diabetic) is what I call The Panic Button.

Side note: Another great feature is the ICE contacts. On the home screen (where I have my phone locked) has an option that says Emergency Call.


It then shows up to four numbers you have designated as ICE (In Case of Emergency) contacts.


That way if someone finds you passed out, in an accident or you lost your phone, they can easily call someone on your list without giving them access to everything else on your phone.

Anyway, back to The Panic Button. So this feature is pretty amazing. You push the power button on your phone three times in a row and it sends an SOS message to your designated ICE contacts. It sends multiple texts saying either, “I Need Help” or “SOS”. It also gives your coordinates so they can find you. It takes a picture from the front and back of your camera so your contacts can see your surroundings. It will also capture a voice message if you are able to talk.

But when you receive a phone call and you feel like the in-call volume is too loud and you try to turn it down, MAKE SURE YOU PRESS THE RIGHT BUTTON! I accidentally tried to lower the volume using the power button thus causing me to send out Multiple SOS texts to my family. My mom called me right away and asked if I was okay. Nice to know people care but I felt terrible. My brother just laughed and texted back “I see you!”. (The picture unknowingly taken of me during the accidental send was pretty horrific.)

Overall I love the feature but I have to be SUPER careful about when it is in my purse, in my pocket or I am drunk. Or I am just trying to turn the damn volume down.

Feeling High…  

And not in a good way.

First of all, hello!  Sorry I took such a long break.  Been super crazy.  I’m officiating a wedding in less than two weeks and then am a bridesmaid the following week.  Been helping plan both: making table decorations, venue walk throughs, hair and makeup trials, learn to bustle wedding dresses… you get the point.

Any way, the past few weeks I have been trying my damnedest not to have my blood sugars go above 170.  Let’s be honest… 140.  Hell, maybe even 120.  But that has me dipping below 70 more often than I would like.  And I’m starting to not feel the lows as I usually do.  Or when I do feel them, I’m already in the 40’s.  (And my new meter, via Omnipod, reads my sugars lower than normal and I’ve had one at 36 another at 29!  I didn’t know meters even read that low!)

But with the tighter control in my sugars, when on occasion I reach the green line on my Dexcom (170), I feel like $h!t.  Achy muscles, headache, all over crappy.  I feel like sugar is eating away at my body.  I don’t know how else to describe it.  Maybe other diabetics know the feeling I’m talking about and explain it in another way.  (I’d love to hear how!)  I use to get this feeling when I was around 220 or 250 but 150-170… no sir, I don’t like.

There’s no real ending to this post.  Just me bitching about side effects of being a diabetic.  The only way to really stop the sluggish high feeling from happening is to make sure I don’t peak over 150 (ummm good luck!) or loosening my control.  Well there’s a no win situation for ya.