"That fucking protein bar lied!"
... that's the thought that went through my mushy brain as I laid almost upside-down sweating in the plastic dentist chair with mouth agape while my teeth got scraped.
I got to the dentist, it was about 3:30pm. Talked to the hygienist for a bit trying to talk my way out of my almost year and a half absence. She puts the chair back, turns that oh so attractive mouth spotlight on and as I go to open my mouth something perked in my head. It was an ever so slight twinge that took me by surprise. The twinge that I often feel the moment I am low.
I reach up under my top for my pump to check and see what the CGM is saying. I thought maybe it was nerves. Nobody likes having their mouth prodded and suctioned and scraped.
CGM is showing a 5.5 mmol (99 mg/dl) with double arrow down. Not a good number after only having lunch 1.5 hours prior. Ah fuck.
I excused myself as I reached into my bag and tested my blood. 2.8 mmol/l it says (50 mg/dl). I continue to apologize for now totally forcing a delay on the tooth job. At 2.8 I'm on the edge of not functioning so well. Especially knowing it was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better since it was hardly any time since lunch.
Here I am, nurse sitting beside me with mask on and hands holding tooth torture devices while I munch away on 4 giant rockets as fast as I could. It was somewhat comical, getting my teeth cleaned AND eating sugar. I knew where this was going, and that was the worst part. There was no way around this. I either forfeit the appointment or sit and bear it. As long as those rockets are in my system all I can do is wait.
The low continued to get worse. She went to town on my teeth. I laid there as the sweat began to form. I could feel my hands trembling and struggled to keep my mouth open. The lights were dancing in front of my eyes and it sounded like I was in a tin can. I told myself, "Just keep your mouth open and by the time she's done you'll feel better". I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.
The low was like a freight train. It slammed through town kicking up a dusty windstorm. Just as fast as it came though, it left. As they put me back into the upright position drops of sweat dripped down my cleavage. I was clammy and cold as the hypo left my body but at least I had clean teeth!!
The whole time I was thinking of that stupid protein bar I had for lunch. It was the first time I had tried that kind and I'll admit, I was skeptical when I read the carb content and looked at the size of the bar. But like a good diabetic I bolused for what was on the package.
IT LIED!!!!! It so totally lied.
Sure maybe it was a fluke situation and I just went low for whatever reason but usually my midday to afternoon numbers are good and my carb ratio has always worked.
Ah bugger, I blame it on the bar anyway.
I left a sweaty body print mark on the vinyl dentist chair and apologized for it. I wanted to take a picture but felt too embarrassed.