I popped a 44 mg/dL before we ate lunch today. Lunch didn’t exactly go well after that, but I think things were already predetermined to not go well over an hour before that. Because diabetes is anything but logical.
Looking back at it, I clearly overcorrected for a high blood glucose, caused in part by the hotel breakfast we ate that morning. Once I saw the 44 at lunch, I started eating the free chips. I didn’t stop eating those chips until about 2 minutes before our meal arrived.
Controlling food intake when you’re low is one of the toughest non-medicinal diabetes treatment techniques a person with diabetes has to negotiate. And it’s one of the many things that no one ever warns you about when you’re diagnosed.
When you see a number that low, all you care about is raising your blood glucose to normal. Time stops when you see a number that low. So I ate. And ate. And ate. By the time lunch arrived, I felt like crap and could barely manage half of my meal. Lunch wasn’t exactly a waste, but the experience certainly could have been better.
So the ruined lunch was caused by the overcorrected low blood glucose that resulted from an overcorrected high blood glucose that resulted from a miscalculated bolus for breakfast.
Even though I can trace back each misstep, it still doesn’t make me feel any better. Half of the day was spent chasing “normal”. It’s an endless cycle.