Out like a light at 10:30. A respectable 178 in my blood. Shouldn't have to worry about going low.
One hour later I sit bolt up right, fighting the dry heaves and waves of nauseau. I squint for my meter and realize I left it downstairs. Will I make it?
402? Here are the moments when WTF come to mind.
I change out my pump, feeling miserable. Searching for a tell-tale air bubble in my tubing, or a bent canula, anything to explain how I would shoot up over 200 points in an hour.
My Ketostick is dark purple, a "large" among of keytones. I haven't had a purple stick in years.
I go back to bed; mumble at my husband, who rubs my back and distracts me from the violent nausea. I role over too quickly and rush to the toilet--just in case. I never threw up from a high blood sugar until I got my pump.
Two hours later, I am 278. Still purple. I drink a lot of water.
This morning, 136, and the nagging question: what went wrong?