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The feeling came on pretty fast this morning as I was walking through the cafeteria at work.

 

My thighs shook like unsteady legs of an old, wooden table supporting the weight of a rhinoceros. There was a tremor throughout my whole body. I felt the same heat on my shoulder blades and forehead that I get when I'm forced to introduce myself publicly to a large circle of strangers. I was starving.

 

It's not very often that I get a taste of what Charlie goes through with low blood sugars. I've been Gazellin' like a felon and dieting since January, trying to lose about 15-20 pounds. Almost half-way there. Maybe I was taking it too hard-core with my miniscule breakfast of a few sliced almonds and raisins.

 

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I think one of the things I hate most about my diabetes is that I never seem to follow any patterns. It seems like other people have these stable highs and lows, where it's so much easier to adjust basals or carb intake. But me...my body has a freaking mind of its own!

 

Before bed last night, my blood sugar was at 159. For me, I'm very comfortable with that number right before bed. It says that I won't wake up too high, but I probably won't drop in the middle of the night either. But I'd just jumped from 103 to 159 after a post-low snack (you know, the snack you eat after you've had the juice about an hour before). So I decided to bolus anyway.

 

About 4:30am, I woke up with a panic in my gut and a clammy feeling washing over my skin. The CGMS beeped at me LOW! I know! I tested. Sure enough, 60. I treated with 15 grams of orange juice and about 15 grams in graham crackers. Then I went back to sleep.

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I've been hit! I've been hit! I called out sick for second straight day. My wife has me quarantined in my 8-year-old daughter's room since she has already been contaminated after seven straight days. I know I'm feeling a little loopy from the medication, but if Zac Efron and Harry Potter keep staring at me all sexylike, I swear I'm gonna pop them both in the jaw.
On to the Mad Libs. The submissions were fantastic! Great words, everyone. Thanks for playing. I should note that I did take the liberty of striking a minor two lines from my original Mad Lib because it just didn't work well at all. So, a couple of your words didn't make the final cut. Sorry about that. They were all so good, I plan to post each one. So, if you don't see yours in this post, look for it in the coming days.

Treating Low Blood Sugars
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It woke me up just before 2 a.m.

 

I was uncomfortable and confused; hot.

 

The Mr. was sleeping soundly next to me, but I didn't have the strength to shake him awake.

 

My heart was pounding like a cartoon character in love -- in and out of my chest.

 

I felt like I was hyperventilating.

 

Finally awake and aware of what was happening to me, I eyed my meter; it was just an arm's length away but felt so, so far.

 

I tried to reach for it, but my arms flopped around like the bones and muscles had been removed.

 

So tired. I just wanted to sleep. I felt like a coma.

 

The Mr. was still sleeping and I still didn't have the strength to shake him awake.

 

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The other night my wife, kids, and I went over to my sister's house for dinner.

Upon arriving we realized we had forgotten a crucial ingredient for the dish my wife was bringing. (Cheese-if you are wondering!)

My wife and I took a quick trip to local grocery store to pick up the cheese and possible get something for dessert. This was not the original plan but it seemed like a good idea to me!

We went into the store and quickly found the cheese she needed.

"Alright, let's go," my wife said assuming we were done!

"Um, I was thinking we should get dessert." I said it with that smile she cannot resist or at least, she makes me think so.

"Alright, what do you want?"

And this is when I freeze up. I have no clue what to get.

"Maybe just some cookies. That sounds good."

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Lows come in all shapes and sizes. They come with grueling symptoms or no symptoms at all. They come with reason and purpose, and other times with no cause in sight. Sometimes they're short-lived and sometimes they linger for hours. For me, lows come in several forms:

 

The worst kind, the night low: Night lows for me come sometime between 2am and 6am. Usually it's a reading in the 50's or 40's that wakes me from a deep sleep. I wake with panic in my heart, it pounds in my chest. My body coated in sweat, the sheets damp under me. And an overwhelming weakness that leaves my knees shaking in the darkness. For me, this is the worst low because I have a history of seizures. I'm deathly afraid that one of these lows won't wake me or I won't catch it in time. Glucagon stashed by my bed does nothing to quell the fear. The only peace of mind is having someone close by listening for the sounds of a low.

 

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So at the end of the first part of this post I was eating popcorn. I threw in some York peppermint patty pieces for a little holiday variety. My tummy was feeling better and while I had bolused for the cereal and some of the popcorn my sugar shot up to over 300 mg/dL before I knew it. I bolused again thinking I had underestimated carbs.

 

And then I left the office early to pick up the kids: the girls had their well child visits and No. 1 needed to see the orthodontist to have his retainer tightened. I continued to monitor Dex and while I had finally started to drop it seemed manageable and I felt fine.

 

Let me just say right now how much I adore our pediatrician's office. They are so thorough and take so much time to listen to what's going on and address every issue. Knowing that, it's no surprise that we were there nearly two hours this afternoon.

 

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A stayed with me for what seemed like forever, but was probably 10ish minutes. The kids' doctor, Dr. N, came in and stayed with me just as long. V was in and out offering help where she could.

 

A gave me SweeTarts. Then juice. We all talked about my pump and diabetes and Dex. We all watched the line on Dex continue to go low. And I kept saying this isn't about my blood sugar. I've never felt faint from a low before and I didn't have any of my other tell-tale low signs.

 

Dr. N asked if I had had diarrhea lately. Well, actually yes, I told her. She speculated that I was fighting something off. It started to make sense. I mean, I shot up to 300 practically without notice and in what seemed like a matter of minutes.

 

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When testing Charlie’s blood sugar in public, there was a time when I would crouch down in a semi-secluded corner of the store and prick his finger to avoid full-on display of bloodshed. Not so much anymore. While using some gift cards at Best Buy the other day, Charlie said he felt low. The diabetes bag folds open quite nicely on the DVD shelving while curious shoppers look on. I had it wedged between Night at the Museum and Star Trek, I believe.

 

Maybe I should collaborate on the Zagat guide to the top public places to test your child’s blood sugar in.

 

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There really just is no way to describe the way an extreme low feels. It was surreal, like I was outside of myself; like I was watching myself through a camera mounted on my head--that carnival ride-like feeling you get when you watch a video of someone, say, walking through the woods from their point of view; like part of me was asleep while the conscious part of me fought like mad to make things right.
I saw the 29 and while I almost immediately pulled the strip out of the meter, for just a second I thought the number was the code for the strips. I, obviously, wasn't thinking clearly.
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