This one is hard to write… Or maybe more hard to admit. This was my Saturday/Sunday morning. ⠀
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Saturday evening we went out with friends to the Def Leppard concert, which side note was amazing. I had More than my usual drinks that evening... but was monitoring and by the time I got home I was 120. I decided to have a little something in my stomach so that I wouldn’t feel yucky the next morning and I took insulin which I thought was the correct amount for 20 carbs. I went to bed around 1:30 AM.⠀
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The next thing I remember was sitting on our couch three hours later eating a pack of skittles...I don’t remember waking up. I don’t remember going to the kitchen. All I remember was finally coming-to in a cold sweat sitting on my couch one empty package of fun size skittles sat next to me and the next packet going into my mouth. I took my blood test and that 26 is what I saw.⠀
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The subsequent day was obviously a mess. I ate way too many carbs...Somehow disconnected my pump from my body and woke up in the 300s topping out at the 413 and it literally took me until 2 PM that day to get down to 180.⠀
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This is why Type One can be so scary. I was literally fine, until I was not fine.⠀
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I don’t want to think about the “what if’s”... In retrospect I could’ve done so many things differently throughout the evening, and I guess that’s the lesson learned. When you know better you do better.