Saturday, April 13, 2013

But, I'm not low!

A few days ago I had the strangest reaction to a low blood sugar I've ever had. I have to admit, it scared me.

Normally when my blood sugar goes low I treat and move on, but not this time. Dexcom alarmed 60. I tested and sure enough I was in the low 60's. Instead of treating, a switch flipped in my brain. I knew my Dexcom was lying. My meter was lying. The entire thing was a conspiracy. I was not low. I didn't have to treat.

Dexcom alarmed 55. 52. 44. 42. 40. Low.

I watched the numbers going down, but didn't do anything about it. I decided my blood sugar would fix itself if I just waited long enough. Why should I treat when I wasn't low? My Dexcom and meter were wrong. I was fine. All I wanted to do was iMessage with my friends. Leave me in peace Dexcom. I'm not low. I'm fine.

I tried replying to iMessages from my friends Jeff and Matt, but I couldn't think straight. I was seized with the uncontrollable urge to rhyme, chime, mime, pine, shine. Every sentence I wrote, quote, float, boat ended up looking crazy, daisy, hazy.

Both of my friends, who also have diabetes, suggested EATING SOMETHING.

But, I wasn't low, bow, stow, throw. I was just fine, nine, twine. I tried explaining that I wasn't low to them, gem, stem. Only nothing I typed made any sense, pence, fence, tense. What is happening to me, pea, flea? Why can't I stop rhyming, timing, priming? Is it because my blood glucose is low, tow, mow?

Finally, I treated the low and my blood sugar came up quickly. Once my blood sugar got above 60 the urge to rhyme disappeared. Denying I was low, and then not being able to stop rhyming, really scared me. There is actually a name for the uncontrollable urge to rhyme: clanging. I'm a wordsmith, so maybe that's why my glucose starved brain started tossing out rhymes.

Hypoglycemia took me to a new level of hell. I never want to visit there again. That was the scariest hypo I ever had. Even worse than this one:

At least I had already started treating before that <20 reading showed up on my meter. I drank a whole can of Coke before testing. That <20 scared me, but this last low was a thousand times worse. I have never been so out of it that treating never occurred to me. Thanks Jeff and Matt for helping me out of that low blood sugar hell hole.

I have an appointment with my endo next week. I'll let them know what happened. Maybe they will have suggestions on how I can intervene before my brain goes offline. Until then I'm reminding myself I can argue with my meter and Dexcom all I want, after I treat my low. If I get angry and tell myself, "I'm not low." That's a sure sign I am low and I need to do something about it. Now!

1 comment:

  1. Scary stuff, Marie. I'm glad you're alright. It's pretty unfair how a low can cripple the one thing we need to survive - our brains!



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