I had an incident this morning at about 5:30am. I woke up and felt absolutely horrible. I didn't even check my blood sugar, I went straight to the bathroom and checked for ketones. The strip lit up faster than my macbook pro wakes up from sleep. I stubbled through my apartment back to my room, apparently my pump had a problem with delivering or I had an absorption issue going on. I knew I had syringes on my shelf for just this occasion. I grabbed them, opened up a new vial of insulin and drew 5 units. I felt so bad I was laying down on my bed doing all of this, I didn't have my glasses on to see if there were bubbles, I just drew the insulin and stabbed it into my leg. The feeling of relief from giving your body insulin it is starving for is like a warm hug from your mother, or a cozy blanket by the fire in the winter. I didn't feel this feeling for almost 2 hours after I gave the shot. For the first 2 hours of my 4 hour descent from my 340 blood sugar, which doesn't seem very high but when your body is starved for insulin it feels like an infinite high. For the first half hour i just lay there on my bed face down trying to figure out what had gone wrong. I remembered from the previous night that my site was a little sore but that was a feeling I felt on occasion without these sort of problem. After the first half hour I decided I needed to plug back in my pump, but into a new site location. I had so much difficulty, the frustration of having the high in the first place interfered with my changing of the site. I could only stand for 30 seconds at a time without having the feeling of nausea, dizziness, and painted eyes that are associated with having ketones, I felt I could not keep down water but we are told to push water when we have ketones; an awful dilemma. I started to change my site, I drew the insulin into the reservoir and knocked all the bubbles out by squeezing the plunger slightly. I attached the tubing to the new reservoir and hit rewind on my pump and collapsed again face down on my bed waiting for the pump alarm to tell me it was ready to be primed. I leaned to my left slightly after hearing the alarm and started to prime it; laying down of course, there was no way in hell I was going to risk the nausea and dizziness. When the pump was all primed, it was time to change the site location. I got up off my bed, this task could not be performed laying down I figured, and ripped off my old site. It leaked of blood a little but also a white opaque liquid I now understand to be the sign of an infection, which I don't understand at this point because I didn't have it on for more than 3 days. I wiped it off a little and then started to feel the dizziness and nausea so I lay my torso and head on the bed while standing up. After the brief rest I grabbed the new site set and put it on the inserter (silhouette) and lined it up on the left side and pressed the fire button. It shot into my left butt cheek and I knew it was a bad one because it went in at almost 70 degrees (suppose to be 30 for those who don't know). I pulled it out opened up a new set and this one went in at 30 degrees and I took off the adhesive and finished the prime (0.7 units) into the canula. This morning was especially frightening because I live on my own with roommates who live in separate rooms from me, for the past 3-4 weeks I've been having major problems with my left side (the side I changed to) not absorbing insulin quickly, and I live in a building that would take paramedics a long time to locate my apartment (there are many many rooms and floors). After 3 and a half addition hours my blood sugar was finally back down to 130 and I felt relief. In total this morning I gave around 20 units of addition humolog to bring my blood sugar down into target and I tested 37 times to make sure I wasn't dropping to fast or to see if I was even dropping. It was an eventful day and I haven't even gone to class yet (3pm).
How was your day so far? :-)