My set cap became unscrewed the other day. The cap twisted partially off somehow and I didn't know it. Bam. After a couple of hours of this state of affairs, my bloodsugar rocketed to 450. I don't think I've ever had a bloodsugar that high and certainly never in such a short period of time. Nausea. Grogginess. Of course, thirst and a wicked need to pee. And this all happened at work. I took 4 units of insulin to correct and THEN discovered that the cap was not locked in. So how much of the bolus I had just delivered actually made it, I wondered? How do I decide? So I took 1 unit and waited. Tested. 430. Not much movement. I took another, and still not much movement. 420. Ok, so obviously the original correction bolus didn't get delivered. So I took 2 more units and literally had to lay down on the floor of my office because I felt so horrible. I tested every 15 minutes. Slowly, it dropped. 390, 370, 320. Then 270. Then 250. I didn't feel so sick and my head was clearing. It was 1:30 and I had to eat. I took a normal bolus, ate lightly and over the next few hours continued to drop. By 5:00 I was 175. Tired. A bit sad. But feeling better.
I love the technology. But one silly mishap like a cap not being totally locked in, and wow, it's diabetes drama time. In the 5 years I've had the pump, I've never had anything like this happen. Ever. In the 20 years I've had diabetes, I've never had anything like this happen. Ever. It's amazing to me that after all the years and experiences and "situations" I've endured, I can still have a new one that quite frankly, kicks my ass. No more "professional at work" girl for me. It's "lying on the floor, sick as a dog" girl, until I figure out what's going on. Delightful. Not. Scary. Very. On days like that I'm reminded that yes indeed, diabetes is one very serious disease.
Thanks to flickr for the perfect image.