I love sharing stories of my life when Diabetes doesn’t stop me from doing what I want to do. But sometimes that isn’t the case. The last few days I feel like I have been at war with my body to do what I want to do. Here’s the story:
So I have been really getting into riding my bike, for these reasons.
I am trying to get on a schedule to juggle school, work, blogging, and my health and so this is one of those activities I am trying to do more regularly.
Well this week has been pretty stressful and just has left me exhausted. Other than having a GIANT test and a quiz I’ve been studying feverishly for, my diabetes has been, well lets say she’s been a bit “fussy”.
It all began this weekend. For some reason I’ve been waking up with lows. I’ve been moving basal rates around but to no avail I cannot get a handle on these AM bgs yet. (But, I’ll get there eventually) So this weekend I woke up with some doozies of blood sugars. The lowest I woke up at this weekend was on Sunday when I woke up at 35 mg/dl and I couldn’t feel my legs.
I fumbled for the glucose tabs in my meter bag and made my way slowly down the stairs to kitchen where I had a carb free-for-all. Finally I got the bg back in normal range and began my day. I ended up with a high bg later in the afternoon, followed by another low for dinner (Do you see where this is going?).
Anyway Monday morning comes along and what do you know I wake up low again. However, not nearly as low as before. I treat and eat some breakfast, and get ready for the day. Then I decided I would go on a short 1 mile bike ride.
Before I left I tested and I was 80 mg/dl. A little bit too low to go on a ride. I angrily gulped down some milk and jumped on the bike. A mile later I returned home and checked and I was up to 113 mg/dl. NICE, thanks diabetes! However, the rest of the day I was on the dia-coster AGAIN. My highest this time was at work when I was around 390 mg/dl (ew). So, I decided to move around some basals AGAIN and try again tomorrow.
So now we are to Tuesday and by far the most tragic of my story. I was in class all morning and when I got home I grabbed some lunch and was excited to go one another bike ride. Possibly more than a mile would be great! When I checked pre-ride I was at 130 mg/dl. Awesome! I packed the meter and a few snacks and I was off.
About half a mile in I realized that I forgot my inhaler so I had to take a quick break and just chill. I decided to check and I had dropped to 80 mg/dl. Had a snack and jumped back on. My dads house is about 0.88 miles from my house (thanks Nike+!) and to get there I have to cross a big field and up a steep hill. I pumped my way across the field and felt my legs begin to give. By the time I got to the hill I was killer tired and feeling the low. (Having a flash back now of when I fell all the way up that very same hill when I was low while rollerblading)
I finally got to the house and got time to sit and check again. 57, glucosed myself up and waited. After fifteen minutes I went down to 47 mg/dl. What the heck diabetes! Okay, I had no worries as I drank a regular soda. Finally I got up to 78 mg/dl and then finally 115 mg/dl. Then I headed home feeling like diabetes had beat me up thoroughly.
I usually don’t feel so bad after a low, I know its sometimes not my fault and that it just happens. I don’t like this feeling, I don’t like when I feel that diabetes is keeping me from doing something I want to do. All I can do is stay strong and try again tomorrow. Tomorrow is a new day, and to quote my good ole’ pal Annie, "It’s always a day away".
This really long and poorly written post was written by Rachel Scott.
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