I’ve mentioned before that I don’t mind occasional lows all that much. Luckily I can usually handle them pretty well. And they go away pretty quickly. I can treat a low and be back up in range in less than a half hour. But if I’m high it can take considerably more time to get back down into range.
Sometimes, though, a low comes along that just plain stinks. Yesterday I was feeling fine, until suddenly I felt like my vision was getting dark. It’s hard to describe, I didn’t see spots or anything, it just seemed like everything wasn’t as bright as it had been. I looked at my CGM, which was holding steady in the 90s. When the weird vision thing continued, I decided to test.
I was sure that couldn’t be right. So I tested again. (Oh, and don’t mind my meter bling. I did that at the JDRF booth at the Friends for Life expo hall. My other meter has a turtle. It makes me happy!)
That was all the confirmation I needed to grab my “extreme low” treatment of choice, a big spoon of chocolate frosting. As I ate it, my CGM “low predicted'” alert blares - which tells me I must have dropped pretty darn fast.
These “out of nowhere” lows that are so very low are pretty scary. I can’t think of any good reason for that low - no new site, no time on the treadmill, nothing. And I hated hearing the fear in Pete’s voice when I told him about it over the phone - fear because he was away on business and wouldn’t be back until today. I also hated that I spent the night feeling like crap and fighting to bring down a high caused by over-treating or my body spilling glucose . . . . or probably a combination of both.
Honestly, I don’t know how to end this post. Lows can be scary. Lows can spring up out of nowhere. But lows happen. We do our best to avoid them, we treat them when they pop up, we try not to let them scare us too much, and we carry on. Just another day with diabetes.