Because I need to laugh. BAD
The other night I thought I'd be smart by doing a combo bolus/temp basal for a dinner of chocolate. Yes, we can do that! Should I eat chocolate for dinner? No.
I've been having troubles with high blood sugars beginning around midnight to 2am so I increased my basal rate by more than I should have and hadn't had a chance to test it out yet. So I carried on with my special chocolate bolus. What I didn't do (retrospect is a bitch) was decrease the chocolate bolus up front since I was putting a temp basal on.
So I went low.
I set an alarm at 12:30am (it was an early to bed night for me). I fumbled with my meter as I noticed I was really confused. 2.6mmol/l (46mg/dl). I normally wake up naturally to anything below a 3.0mmol/l so it was a bit disturbing to me wondering how much lower it would have to go to wake me up. I was glad I set an alarm.
I stumbled into the kitchen where my "low cupboard" is. I reached in and grabbed 3 packages of rockets. I know this is about 20g of carbs. I then wandered back to bed and laid on my back as I sucked back a package of rockets. By the way, rockets are kind of a choking hazard to a hypo diabetic laying in bed. Just saying. The symptoms started setting in. At some point I went back out to the kitchen and opened up a bag of potato chips, took a handful and went back to bed. There I laid shoving potato chips and rockets in my mouth at the same time. Chip crumbs falling in my bed. I was feeling pretty out of it and barely had the energy to shovel this shit into my mouth. I thought about the crumbs. I didn't seem to care. Next thing I know it seems like a brilliant idea to add peanut butter to the mix. PB works great as a hypo chaser. Maybe not as a rocket and potato chip chaser though. I scooped out a couple tablespoons worth of PB onto a spoon and then proceeded to coat that spoon in Nutella. I then went back to bed licking away at my PB and Nutella lollipop amongst my rocket wrappers and chip crumbs.
I started coming to at this point. I guessed 2 units of insulin to take care of my midnight hypo party and went back to bed. When I woke up and looked around I was confused as it all started coming back to me. The spoon with smears of PB on it, the wrappers, the crumbs. Oh, riiiiiight. That happened.
I laugh at myself now at 6am. The rockets would have been perfectly suffice to treat the low.
I want to add that I am normally a strict hypo-treater. Especially at night. I never go and raid the kitchen because if I do, I end up feeling sick. So I'm really good at just juice or just Dex tabs. I vaguely remember opening the cupboard that had a half empty bottle of Dex but the bottle wasn't there and I was out of juice boxes. In my state of confusion.... I lost control!
As I was re-telling this story, I had trouble containing my laughter. I won't be doing that again. I won't be doing the party thing, the chocolate for dinner.. different story. Totally okay in my mind.