Oops, I Forgot/Underestimated/Ignored It Again!
I think the thing that gets to me the most about living with diabetes is just how dumb I can be sometimes.
I mean, really dumb. I’m talking about those “WTF? I went up 300 points without eating/drinking/doing anything!” moments or even those “I know I shouldn’t eat this but I’m going to anyway” moments. I’m talking about those “Oh yeah… I did eat/drink/do that…oops.” I’ve probably thought “Oops, I did it again!” more times than Z100 played that god-awful song back when it was a Top 40 hit. And that’s saying a lot!
It’s stilly, too. It’s not like testing my blood sugar or counting carbohydrates is new. I’ve been a diabetic for nearly fifteen years – 2/3 of my LIFE. The other night, I was driving home from having dinner with my cousins when I stopped for a snack. I bolused appropriately, but when I got home about thirty minutes later, my blood sugar was 78. I check my pump and I saw that I had 7 units on board. Freaking out that I had insulin on board, was low and about to go to bed, I decided to have juice and a couple of graham crackers. Five hours later and I woke up nauseated and a dry mouth like I had just crawled through the Sahara desert. My blood sugar was over 400 mg/dl! You know why? My snack was fairly high fat (I had stopped at Burger King… shhh, don’t tell!) and it probably hadn’t finished kicking in. Did I actually stop to think about why I had seven units of insulin on board? Of course not! That would make sense.
Sometimes I think the most frustrating thing about diabetes is just how much I hate having to think about it, so I do these knee-jerk reactions and end up gulping down water at four o’clock in the morning and then feeling like I’m hung-over when my alarm clock goes off.
There are plenty of other moments like this that I’ve had and I’m sure you have them too. One of the most embarassing moments came when I was in college and I drove to all the way to work – TWENTY MILES from home – before I realized my insulin pump was still sitting on my bathroom counter. Or hey, anyone remember my “oops, I’m not plugged in!” moment from last June. Embarassing and painful!
Do you have an embarassing “Oops!” moments you’d like to share? Misery loves company!