Swimming, breakfast, shopping: a typical Saturday morning.
A waking BGL only slightly higher than usual reminded me it was time to change my pump line, so after my shower, a shiny new line went in and the day started. Diabetes task one done for the day and in the frantic manner of Saturday mornings, I didn’t think about it again.
When I finally stopped to get something to eat, I didn’t check my BGL. Rookie mistake number one, except I’m not a rookie – just a busy person who, in all honesty, couldn’t be bothered seeing a number on a machine. I bolused for the carbs in the milky coffee and toast and ticked off another diabetes task for the day. Off I went.
I was standing at the register of a store in the city when the nausea hit. It wasn’t a wave so much as a tsunami. I knew I had to get out into the fresh air as quickly as I could.
I got into the car, found my meter and checked my BGL to see a lovely number in the mid-twenties staring at me. Still thinking clearly at this point, I grabbed the emergency syringe I keep in my diabetes kit and drew up some insulin and jabbed it into my stomach.
I got home before the vomiting started.
And then, I attended to the cause and went through the mental checklist trying to find something – anything – to make sense of the sudden spike. I was sure I’d bolused for the food I’d eaten which my pump bolus history confirmed; I was coming down with a cold, but surely there was no way that could have sent my BGLs so high so quickly; I checked for ketones and saw a number that didn’t startle me too much; I looked down at new line….and there it was. The tell-tale red at the top of the where the canula entered my skin. I ripped it out and blood gushed everywhere. Blood in the line, I thought to myself, as I tried to stem the flow. I thought about how dramatic it sounded.
New line in; a temp basal rate set; glasses of water; an hour of sleep; extra BGL checks through the rest of the day to avoid the plummet. And the feeling of being hit by a bus.
It was a typical Saturday morning. With diabetes in the mix.
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March 3, 2014 at 3:53 pm
t1dActiveLiving
I don’t want to “like” this post. I’m sorry to hear about your Saturday. I’m always interested in reading other people’s posts about their pumps as I’m on MDI. As someone who is active I’m interested in the CGM and love hearing how people navigate the pump world. Thanks for sharing and hope your Sunday was much better than your Saturday.
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March 3, 2014 at 3:56 pm
RenzaS
Thanks for reading and yes, Sunday was indeed better! It’s amazing how quickly we can bounce back from these things.
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March 7, 2014 at 6:50 am
Matt Cameron
Bloody pump sites are the worst. Frustrating business. Fortunately I have never vomited from a high BG but I can relate to the feeling of being hit by a bus. Urgh.
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