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I had just enjoyed the pride of completing four perfect days. During that time, my BS's were all within the 80 to 120 ranges! Truly, an accomplishment for me, however, last night, before I went to bed, I felt the symptoms of a sugar low coming on.
So, I checked my numbers, and there it was, looking at me through my blurry eyes, a 67. Of course, that is nothing to worry about, and I took corrective measures by popping two fast acting glucose tablets, but as the minutes ticked off the clock, and I laid in bed waiting for the screen door vision and shaking to subside. I couldn't help but notice that now that scary form of tunnel vision had replaced the screen door vision. It appeared in the form of a dimly lit round circle. It was about 60 watts less than the bright circle people having a near death experience speak about! This caused me to quickly recheck my numbers. This time an ominous 41 stared directly into me a fading vision.
My wife, bless her soul, grabbed two bottles of fast acting liquid glucose from the refrigerator and brought them to me, because I could not stand up without feeling extremely faint! I drank the first, and after a few more minutes, it was evident I needed to drink the second one, which I did without hesitation. Waiting for another ten minutes to come off the clock, I was surprised to find that another test showed that I was only up to 44, so, I asked my wife to fix me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, heavy on the jelly.
Fifteen minutes after devouring that jelly heavy sandwich, I had only climbed up to 65, and the symptoms continued to dog me, so I waited another ten minutes, and a recheck showed that I had dropped to 55.
Now I was concerned. I had never experienced this kind of roller coaster ride, so I quickly chomped on three more tablets. The symptoms finally started to let up, and I figured I had finally reached the top of the hill of normal numbers. One last check of my number revealed a comfortable 108, and I could finally concentrate on going to sleep!
The problem with that scary event was that my BS, in the morning had continued to climb, and my fasting BS was now at 247. Luckily, but my fast acting insulin with breakfast, and Metformin brought it down to 169 before my scheduled workout time. After a sixty minute workout, and three more glucose tablets, I tested at 112 for lunch.
So what was the problem, and the reason I am writing you, my fellow members for? Following a night of navigating stormy seas, and docking at a comfortable 112 prior to lunch, I felt like I had been run over by a semi. For the good part of this day, I have felt like a doormat. :boom:
Does this "dragged out, rundown" feeling happens to anyone else after experience a low and a rebound high spike? I knew I over corrected last night, but, with my numbers dropping faster than the stock market on a bad day, it really seemed like I had no other alternatives!
I'd appreciate your feedback and experiences.
Shalom,
Pastor Paul
So, I checked my numbers, and there it was, looking at me through my blurry eyes, a 67. Of course, that is nothing to worry about, and I took corrective measures by popping two fast acting glucose tablets, but as the minutes ticked off the clock, and I laid in bed waiting for the screen door vision and shaking to subside. I couldn't help but notice that now that scary form of tunnel vision had replaced the screen door vision. It appeared in the form of a dimly lit round circle. It was about 60 watts less than the bright circle people having a near death experience speak about! This caused me to quickly recheck my numbers. This time an ominous 41 stared directly into me a fading vision.
My wife, bless her soul, grabbed two bottles of fast acting liquid glucose from the refrigerator and brought them to me, because I could not stand up without feeling extremely faint! I drank the first, and after a few more minutes, it was evident I needed to drink the second one, which I did without hesitation. Waiting for another ten minutes to come off the clock, I was surprised to find that another test showed that I was only up to 44, so, I asked my wife to fix me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, heavy on the jelly.
Fifteen minutes after devouring that jelly heavy sandwich, I had only climbed up to 65, and the symptoms continued to dog me, so I waited another ten minutes, and a recheck showed that I had dropped to 55.
Now I was concerned. I had never experienced this kind of roller coaster ride, so I quickly chomped on three more tablets. The symptoms finally started to let up, and I figured I had finally reached the top of the hill of normal numbers. One last check of my number revealed a comfortable 108, and I could finally concentrate on going to sleep!
The problem with that scary event was that my BS, in the morning had continued to climb, and my fasting BS was now at 247. Luckily, but my fast acting insulin with breakfast, and Metformin brought it down to 169 before my scheduled workout time. After a sixty minute workout, and three more glucose tablets, I tested at 112 for lunch.
So what was the problem, and the reason I am writing you, my fellow members for? Following a night of navigating stormy seas, and docking at a comfortable 112 prior to lunch, I felt like I had been run over by a semi. For the good part of this day, I have felt like a doormat. :boom:
Does this "dragged out, rundown" feeling happens to anyone else after experience a low and a rebound high spike? I knew I over corrected last night, but, with my numbers dropping faster than the stock market on a bad day, it really seemed like I had no other alternatives!
I'd appreciate your feedback and experiences.
Shalom,
Pastor Paul