Tuesday, April 17, 2012
WEGO Health Activist Writer's Challenge Month - Day 17
I'm participating in the WEGO Health Activist Writer's Month Challenge. Today’s topic: Lessons learned the hard way.
I sometimes fear the hard way is the only way I know how to learn anything. I've screwed up so often I don't know where to begin. But, as I was giving myself insulin before dinner, I remembered one lesson to share with you. It goes like this: Wait until you see your food before injecting insulin.
In January it was my mother-in-law's 90th birthday. So, my husband and I headed to Florida to celebrate with her. Steve's brother and his son came along, too. It was fun being together. At the retirement community where my mother-in-law lives is a small cafe. They make the best reuben sandwiches. We all ordered lunch. While we were waiting, I decided to go ahead and give myself my insulin. I assumed the food would be there before my insulin kicked in. I was wrong.
My Novolog dropped my blood sugar way too fast. I had an insulin reaction at the table. I'm not entirely sure what happened next, because I got kinda woozy. I vaguely remember dumping sugar packets in my mouth and crying. I do remember crying. Low blood sugar can make me weepy for no reason. Low blood sugar sucks. When I finally got my food I inhaled it. There is a desperate way of eating that kicks in when I'm low. It's more like being in a hot dog eating contest than enjoying a meal. Cram food in ASAP, chewing is optional. Eating that way is no fun. It's also easy to avoid if I remember: See the food. Then give insulin.
If only I could remember insert strip in meter, then prick finger. Why do I always prick my finger before loading the strip? Then I'm bleeding and trying to fumble with a strip and getting Error 5 codes because of it.
See the food. Then give insulin.
Insert strip. Then prick finger
The first one is more important than the second one. Ever since I got back from Florida following the rule of making sure I see my food has worked. I'm still getting the strip in meter then prick finger sorted out. When I get it right I'll let you know.
Oh, and speaking of getting things right... My insurance company approved my insulin pump! In two weeks, I'll be pumping insulin. I can't wait.