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There are certain situations where I know that I need to reduce my basal and accurately judge carbs unless I want to end up in a fit of lows. Tonight was one of those situations.

My nerves always get to me, so I lowered my basal for the next four hours by 0.30. I ate a small dinner and took a square bolus (not for the type of food) but because I knew that the bolus up front would send me crashing. I assumed I'd be fine, if not a little elevated by the end of the night.

I checked before going out and I was sitting pretty at 122. I wished for a higher number, but figured the lower basal would at least insure a stable range. Everything was sure to go fine. My nerves weren't even getting to me as they have in the past.

I enjoyed a movie, not stressing about my blood sugar. I was feeling fine, just laughing and having a good time. Honestly, my blood sugar was in the far distant cobwebs of my mind.

When the movie ended, I did feel a little strange. I couldn't seem to walk straight so I held tightly to the wall rails. But once we hit the lights outside, my balance seemed to right itself. I was feeling perfectly normal again so I blew it off.

Two hours later after some cheesy late night sitcoms, I noticed that I was shaking. All of a sudden, within literal seconds, I was crashing. The room was spinning. The sweat started beading. I felt myself on the edge of passing out.

I grabbed my meter. 64. Certainly not the level I expected to see. Certainly not how I felt. How could I feel 24 when I was only 64?

After treating the low, it took almost half an hour for me to stop shaking and grabbing the walls. I'm still wondering what brought on this sudden crash. I'm amazed at how the number doesn't always reflect the feeling.