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yesterday was a banner day...frozen (then burst) water pipes, deconstructing my basement to get at them, waiting for the plumber to arrive and do his work, clean up.... I didn't eat well during all of this so by the end of the day, tired and a bit confused I injected my rapid insulin instead of my basal. Now you think seeing as they are completely different coloured pens I wouldn't have made that mistake...but I did. I took some glucose tabs and called the paramedics (my reading was 1.7 when I picked up the phone)...By the time they arrived I was back around 3 but because I was alone they insisted on taking me to the hospital to wait it out for a few hours. I did drop again during my stay but more glucose tabs got me back on track. Saturday night in emerg is truly interesting. Anyways - the whole thing was a jumble of emotions. I felt pretty alone but completely and utterly daft 
for making that kind of mistake. And grateful for the help...grateful I wasn't one of the other people sitting in emergency with things that seemed far worse.
I also discovered yesterday that I might qualify for a disability tax credit (canada) because of the daily insulin injections. Every time I think I've made that mental adjustment to the fact that I actually HAVE diabetes and that its SERIOUS...there is a little something or two to give me a cuff upside the head to make me realize perhaps I really haven't absorbed my new reality.
for making that kind of mistake. And grateful for the help...grateful I wasn't one of the other people sitting in emergency with things that seemed far worse. I also discovered yesterday that I might qualify for a disability tax credit (canada) because of the daily insulin injections. Every time I think I've made that mental adjustment to the fact that I actually HAVE diabetes and that its SERIOUS...there is a little something or two to give me a cuff upside the head to make me realize perhaps I really haven't absorbed my new reality.
