Okay so the past 24 hours have been crap diabetes wise...
It all started when I woke up on Thursday morning. I thought that I was meant to do a set change around then, I'm either really good and remember exactly when I'm meant to change it all or completely forget and leave it too late. Anyway I woke up and checked how many units of insulin I had left and it was 26. That to me was cutting a bit fine but was probably okay. So through out the day I constantly checked Phil and ended up getting home from college with less than one unit left. Oops! So I changed it all and went off to hockey.
We started training and about ten minutes into the ninety minute session someone goes "Rhona, you know your legs bleeding?" Glancing down at my leg, I kid you not, it looked like a small animal had been murdered on it. There was blood all over it. My sites have ripped out before and ones that have been bad often bleed a lot but this one bled a beautiful trail all the way down to just below the knee. To make it worse I hadn't even noticed, if someone hadn't pointed it out I would have got into the car to go home and wondered why I felt so high.
By the time I got home my sugar levels were 20mmol which were high but not high that I was worried. So for the second time that day I put a new site in and carried on. By the time I went to bed I was 15.4mmol and I happily went to sleep thinking I'd come down fully overnight.
Eight o'clock this morning I got up did a blood test 22.7mmol! What the fudge?! There was no reason to still be this high. I came down to 18.3mmol so assuming the ridiculous amount of insulin I had administered would bring me down nicely I went out for my driving lesson. An hour later I felt like I'd run a marathon, I was so tired. So we cut the lesson short and went home to find my sugars were 20! Still high. Apart from that slight dip as I went to bed I had been hovering around 20 for 14hours.
So for you non diabetics out there being high is crap but being high for such a prolonged period of time is exhausting. I'd slept for at least eight of those fourteen hours and I'd felt like I hadn't slept a wink. I eventually came down to 9mmol in the middle of my English lesson so we're all good now.
Rhona x
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