Funny this should pop up on the forums. Just a few weeks ago, I went to bed with a fairly loose infusion set. I remember it pulling off in middle of the night, and I swore I got up to tell my parents, but alas I must have gone back to sleep.
When I woke up my blood sugar was over 400. I was immediately feeling those old symptoms (yuck – hate that!) and I rushed to get a new infusion set and insulin pumping. OK, so first I rushed for water, then the insulin.
I went off to school (sort of against my parents’ preferences) but continuously felt sluggish and bleh for the first hour of classes. I usually try to steer clear of bringing diabetes up to my teachers for the sake of avoiding awkwardness, but I’d promised myself I’d call home if I was over 500. Just my luck, I was pushing 550.
I hurried off to the bathroom to take insulin and text my parents. I continued to text them during class, and my parents came to pick me up. I hate missing school, especially for blood sugars, but they wouldn’t hear it. I went home for about an hour (after roughly two hours of bleh at school) and drank gallons upon gallons of water. I went to the bathroom five times in an hour. I went back, but continued to drink (and drink, and drink…) as well as run to the bathroom every chance I got. I had Ketones that day: trace. And all in all it was a miserable experience, but even more miserable because I had to admit defeat until I could get it down J