Last week was just a tad stressful. I wrote about my stalker making another appearance. I called the police on Wednesday to let them know I had another problem with him. The police officer that I was working with wanted to come by Friday morning. I also had another problem pop up on Thursday that I wasn’t expecting. I want to wait until that gets settled before writing about it online. Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep Thursday night and wanted to get up early Friday morning so I could get my shower before he got there.
By the time dinner rolled around on Friday, I was exhausted. I thought that this would be a good night to order some pizza. Then I thought because I was so tired, I really didn’t want to have to baby-sit blood sugar all night because of eating pizza. This little debate went on for probably about 45 minutes in my head until I finally decided against it. I really just wanted to go to sleep.
It was probably about 7:30 Friday evening when I went up to bed – that is early for me, even when I am exhausted. I have a dual-alarm that I set one alarm for 7:00 AM and one for 11:00 PM, two of the times that I take Levemir. I made sure the alarm was set and I would wake up at 11 to take my Levemir. The next thing I remember, about 3:00 AM, I heard the Dex beeping at me. At first, I just rolled over and ignored it. Then I grabbed it to see what it wanted – it said I was high. I don’t remember the exact number, but I was in the 140s.
At first I just put the Dex back and pulled my blankets up over me again. My next thought was, oh crap, I had pizza for dinner and my blood sugar is starting to skyrocket. I grabbed my Apidra pen and took a bigger dose than I would have needed for that 140 because I “thought” I had pizza starting to digest and was going to end up high. As soon as I took the insulin, I realized that I decided not to order that pizza!