Sounds like an absolute nightmare. I'm glad you were okay in the end.Lovely day yesterday. But.
Adventures of a T1 granny.
At the close of an evening with friends bloods dropped to 2.9. Argh. I’d left my phone at home too, duh. A couple of jellybabies later they rose to 4.6 so since hosts were tired I went to sit in the car til bloods were fit to drive.
Ten minutes later 4.1. Two more jellybabies. Another ten minutes - 3.1. Rest of the bag, about seven or eight of the chubby glucobabbies. Fifteen minutes passed. Twenty minutes passed. Still 3.1. Broke into the stash of car carb, jellybabs that had solidified in the heat and attacked them with a pen. Slow munch, luckily they still had soft innards.
I got a teeny bit concerned that I was alone in a car at midnight on a dark street and licked the car from the inside. It went ballistic, alarms blaring, lights flashing so I probably didn’t just wake the hosts but the whole street too. Turned car on, got out, locked it, turned it on, got in again.
Still 3.1. More ancient carb.
Eventually, after a long 70 minutes of munching, testing, being antisocial, the magic of 5.6. So drove home, said hello to cat, and corrected til 2.30. Only went to 13.6.
And cursed that I’d said no to the pud made with condensed milk, and believed the cook when they said it was a true Greek moussaka!
had a chinese last night, just sweet and sour chicken balls and rice
Oh no, it’s times like those where diabetes really bites us on the bum, isn’t it? Big hugs, hope you don’t feel too wiped out today xxxLovely day yesterday. But.
Adventures of a T1 granny.
At the close of an evening with friends bloods dropped to 2.9. Argh. I’d left my phone at home too, duh. A couple of jellybabies later they rose to 4.6 so since hosts were tired I went to sit in the car til bloods were fit to drive.
Ten minutes later 4.1. Two more jellybabies. Another ten minutes - 3.1. Rest of the bag, about seven or eight of the chubby glucobabbies. Fifteen minutes passed. Twenty minutes passed. Still 3.1. Broke into the stash of car carb, jellybabs that had solidified in the heat and attacked them with a pen. Slow munch, luckily they still had soft innards.
I got a teeny bit concerned that I was alone in a car at midnight on a dark street and licked the car from the inside. It went ballistic, alarms blaring, lights flashing so I probably didn’t just wake the hosts but the whole street too. Turned car on, got out, locked it, turned it on, got in again.
Still 3.1. More ancient carb.
Eventually, after a long 70 minutes of munching, testing, being antisocial, the magic of 5.6. So drove home, said hello to cat, and corrected til 2.30. Only went to 13.6.
And cursed that I’d said no to the pud made with condensed milk, and believed the cook when they said it was a true Greek moussaka!
Think my next injection is now going to have Sir David whispering “and here we have a type 1 diabetic about to undertake his daily ritual”
Just a cougar if you’re lucky!Fortunately, we can usually do this without a puma leaping at us from the bushes...
Sounds delicious! Pity it’d be such a long drive, I’d get there too late to gatecrash.Oh no, it’s times like those where diabetes really bites us on the bum, isn’t it? Big hugs, hope you don’t feel too wiped out today xxx
Drank a bit too much red wine last night, but slept through with no alarms - only to wake to see my Libre had drifted off during the night and even with the MiaoMiao was reading 2mmol lower than blood. So my nice smooth 6.1 was in fact 8.4Back in the sixes now. Considering asparagus spears and mushroom slices fried in a little butter and dipped in soft boiled duck eggs for brunch. After another pint of espresso...
I do recall gnawing on a melted lump of jelly babies in the car once!Thank you everyone who sympathised with my T1 BG shenanigans last night!It’s been a good learning experience for me, even after nearly fifty years. Always ask what the cook’s put in the food. We’ve been meeting at each other’s houses for just on fifteen years and I’ve always asked before, but begin to feel a bit embarrassed. After all this time, only two of them get a little about T1.
Celebrate when you sort it, even if you’re kicked in the proverbials by the aftereffects.
Always remember your phone.
Have carb in the car that doesn’t need a pen to dig it out.
Always remember that no two lows will behave in quite the same way.
Enjoy the green leaves while they’re still on the trees and say hello to birds, wasps, plants, cats and dogs, clouds and moss because you’re still here to see them
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