Earlier in the morning, my pod fell off in my sleep without me realizing and I ended up waking with moderate-large ketones. According to google ... "Glucose is the body's main energy source. But when the body can't use glucose for energy, it uses fat instead. When fats are broken down for energy, chemicals called ketones appear in the blood and urine." The amount of ketones I woke up with was the most I've had to deal with. As I tried to stay calm and stay awake I decided to write out how I was feeling.
You wake up at 5 am, body completely aching, mouth tasting gross and completely dry, and the sudden urge to pee. While you contemplate if you can hold it in until the morning or not, you can feel your heartbeat in your head. Your head feels heavy and about to explode as every heartbeat echoes. BOOMBOOM BOOMBOOM BOOMBOOM. The symptoms finally click in as you reach for your meter, very slowly as you feel your muscles ache. Muscles that you never even knew existed. As you reach for your meter you feel a lump under you, which you later discover was your insulin pump. But for now...you focus on your mission. Get a hold of that meter. And finally, with every achy muscle, your fingertips get a hold of that meter and you check your blood sugar. 27.3! THATS NOT GOOD...you tell yourself. You throw out a few curse words towards the pod and diabetes as you force yourself to get up and head to the washroom. Afterall if you aren't on that toilet in 3 secs...you're gonna pee your pants. Test ketones! Moderate-high! AHH, CRAP...thats the darkest colour you've had to experience. For the first time, you can smell the "sweet" pee everyone has mentioned (TMI?...oops sorry) Your head is still pounding but you try to clear out the fog inside and focus on getting these blood sugars to come down because after all the last place you want to end up is at the ER.
As you sway side to side, slowly twaddling back to bed, leaning on everything to support you because you feel like you're about to pass out...you finally make is back into bed. Slowly change out the pod, praying and hoping that this pod behaves and stays on. Firstly because you hate and avoid site changes and don't want to do anymore. And also because you don't want to end up with more ketones and high blood sugars!
You turn up some Ed Sheeran, curl up into a ball, inject some insulin through a syringe...hoping it works fast! Meet your new best friend, water. And your other best friend, the washroom (in which you've probably thought so many times so far "why can't I have a surgically attached toilet so I wouldn't have to leave my bed every 3 secs)
You chug on water, go pee it out, curl back into a ball, snooze off for a bit, test blood sugars, test ketones. You're full of emotions, tears, frustrations. You feel weak, with every muscle ache. You don't like being out of control of your body. It's only 5 am...but you're all ready for this day to end. You planned on going to the gym with friends...but hey, diabetes had other plans and you can barely move. So you cancel your plans as you dedicate this day to spending it in bed.
All you need right now is LOTS OF INSULIN, water, and the washroom.
You wake up at 5 am, body completely aching, mouth tasting gross and completely dry, and the sudden urge to pee. While you contemplate if you can hold it in until the morning or not, you can feel your heartbeat in your head. Your head feels heavy and about to explode as every heartbeat echoes. BOOMBOOM BOOMBOOM BOOMBOOM. The symptoms finally click in as you reach for your meter, very slowly as you feel your muscles ache. Muscles that you never even knew existed. As you reach for your meter you feel a lump under you, which you later discover was your insulin pump. But for now...you focus on your mission. Get a hold of that meter. And finally, with every achy muscle, your fingertips get a hold of that meter and you check your blood sugar. 27.3! THATS NOT GOOD...you tell yourself. You throw out a few curse words towards the pod and diabetes as you force yourself to get up and head to the washroom. Afterall if you aren't on that toilet in 3 secs...you're gonna pee your pants. Test ketones! Moderate-high! AHH, CRAP...thats the darkest colour you've had to experience. For the first time, you can smell the "sweet" pee everyone has mentioned (TMI?...oops sorry) Your head is still pounding but you try to clear out the fog inside and focus on getting these blood sugars to come down because after all the last place you want to end up is at the ER.
As you sway side to side, slowly twaddling back to bed, leaning on everything to support you because you feel like you're about to pass out...you finally make is back into bed. Slowly change out the pod, praying and hoping that this pod behaves and stays on. Firstly because you hate and avoid site changes and don't want to do anymore. And also because you don't want to end up with more ketones and high blood sugars!
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| Ketones |
You turn up some Ed Sheeran, curl up into a ball, inject some insulin through a syringe...hoping it works fast! Meet your new best friend, water. And your other best friend, the washroom (in which you've probably thought so many times so far "why can't I have a surgically attached toilet so I wouldn't have to leave my bed every 3 secs)
You chug on water, go pee it out, curl back into a ball, snooze off for a bit, test blood sugars, test ketones. You're full of emotions, tears, frustrations. You feel weak, with every muscle ache. You don't like being out of control of your body. It's only 5 am...but you're all ready for this day to end. You planned on going to the gym with friends...but hey, diabetes had other plans and you can barely move. So you cancel your plans as you dedicate this day to spending it in bed.
All you need right now is LOTS OF INSULIN, water, and the washroom.
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