A CGM?

I went to my Endocrinologist today.  He brought up the topic of a CGM (continuous glucose monitor).  I had secretly been looking into one on my own.  He said I would be a perfect candidate and asked me if I wanted him to go ahead and get minimed (a CGM company) involved to start research with my insurance company and get other papers started.  I'm pretty excited, I will keep ya'll posted!

Interesting Low

This weekend we went to Oklahoma for our Universities homecoming.  On Saturday night we were in Tulsa at our friends house, along with another couple.  Nick looked at me and said "check your sugar, your going low."  He always knows when I'm going low.  Anyways, I guess I was trying to give insulin before I checked my sugar which was bizarre (I don't remember this), so Nick went and got me some milk to drink while I tried to poke my finger.  I drank the milk, then got my blood glucose reading of 28.  Drink another glass of milk...  I had been feeling gross for a few hours and felt like I was coming down with something and the milk wasn't helping.  Suddenly I started to shake violently.  I kept going in and out of consciousness which is strange because I'm either conscious for my lows, or I'm not.  I was sitting up on the couch when he was giving me my milk telling him not to hold my head back.  He wasn't, but the shaking made me think he was pushing my head back.  I checked my sugars a few times while he was shoving food down my throat with milk.  Apricot jelly too, YUCK.  When I finally stopped shaking and started to calm down, Nick brought me a toast.  I ran to the bathroom and vomited.  The smell of the toast made me sick.  As soon as I was done vomiting, I felt so much better.  I left the bathroom and overhead our friends friend "M" on his phone.  His is a local firefighter and he was on the phone with his firehouse.  He asked them if they minding if he brought me up there for an IV of D50 (liquid glucose added into an IV).  They didn't mind so into the truck we go off to the firehouse.

On our way, police sirens go off.  All of a sudden we get pulled over for going 6 over the speed limit.  "M" tells the police officer who he is, that he is taking me (a diabetic) to his firehouse for a glucose IV.  The dumbass police officer starts lecturing him!  "Well, don't you think you should have called an ambulance?  Silly to be speeding..."  He finally lets us go (after asking M which house, address, location, and information to make sure we weren't lying) and M gets so upset.  I would have too!  He was annoyed that the officer was lecturing him.  Come on, it was free to go to the firehouse, the officer would have done the same thing!

When we got to the firehouse, sitting on the table were all the supplies needed for my IV.  I was sat into a chair and the firefighter who was doing the IV prepped my left arm.  He started the IV (owie, it hurt!) and unfortunately my vein wouldn't "flush".  They need to have the IV in the vein so that the glucose is administered directly into the vein so I  don't have things like my cellulitis hand last March happen.  He tried for a minute or two and then asked if he could try another vein.  I said yes, and he tried my right arm.  He got it right away.  Within seconds my blood sugar was rising.  YAY.  After about 30 minutes the IV was done and we checked my sugar: 212.  I then had to eat a spoonful of peanut butter before they would let me go.  It took about 30 minutes to eat it because as soon as I tasted it I felt sick again.  Finally I finished it and we went home.  I got back to our friends house and BLAH, was sick again.  UGH!  I managed to get a can of pears down and went straight to bed before I could get sick!

I am so thankful for great friends, and such kind hearted people.  I can't thank M enough for what he did.  We didn't get home until 1 in the morning and he was so nice about the entire episode.  He ruined his Saturday night to help take care of me.  I feel like a really lucky girl!  Thanks M!