I'm in Spain for a rock climbing trip. It's awesome. My levels are RIDICULOUS. Today I spent at least ten hours below 70. I started off the morning being an idiot, and only bringing two test strips. I reduced my basal rate by half. We went out to "the king's walkway" which is a crazy narrow path above a gorge that you clip into and there are some spots that you're walking on train ties about half a mile in the air, it's all pretty sketchy and adventurous. Well, of course, I'm riding 70 when we start. My CGM beeps at me the whole time, alternating between three and four beeps (which mean under 80 and under 55). I felt okay, and this sensor hadn't been accurate at all, so I just kept going, until near the end I realized I was doing the mantra thing "It's just fine everything is fine it's fine i'm fine." I realized that was one of my classic "too low to feel low" symptoms, so I pulled out some gu and sucked it down, and of course, while I'm coming back up, all the symtoms hit. So i'm hundreds of feet in the air, dizzy as **** looking down into the river, walking across slippery train ties and pathways that have basically crumbled, and everyone else in my group is just hurrying along, having a good time.
So, we finish, and I'm feeling good. I test - 191. Perfect, not surprising, just need a little correction and the walk back will fix it, so I bolus 1/3 of a unit (which should bring me down to roughly 170 normally...) and take off. I decide to run because I'm feeling physically good and also pretty annoyed with the group. I make it to the house at 83. Perfect. Lunchtime. I eat lunch, bolus for half of it, and pack my bag - we're going out for half a day of climbing. I'm feeling good as we take off, 100 and steady, and we're going to a crag near to our house, so I don't reduce my basal rate. About 80 meters from the house, I start falling behind everyone. A little further up, dex starts beeping, and i pull out some gu, again. the second half of the group catches up with and passes me, and i slowly drag my exhausted muscles up to the rocks. I wait about 5 minutes up there, and then feel good, so I start belaying. Dex says 100ish the three hours we're climbing, and we head down, but it's getting dark, and we're in a rush, so i forget to lower my basal. By the tie we got back, i just collapsed into bed and fell asleep. One of the group leaders woke me up, and I tested at 50, and went to eat dinner.
i feel like this glucocoaster has taken all the fibers in my muscles and stretched them life rubberbands, and now they're sort of floppy and ragdoll-like. I am trying so hard on this trip, and it's really hard, and i wish i had someone here who i could just turn to and say "so, these lows really suck, huh?" or at least "hey, will you slow down with me while i wait for my blood sugar to come up?" The instructors really want me to tell them when i'm feeling off, but things have literally been off since we got here, so i don't know when to strike that balance.
Grr. Ya'll are great. I'm mostly having a great time.