40 units of aspart on accident and stuck the landing. (starts a little a ranty)

Tonight my garbage ass g670 (the Latest and greatest) and it’s equally worthless cgm took a shit on me 18 days out of the box.

Well I was going about my day didn’t realize it turned itself off. Then I guess shortly after the transmitter decided to disconnect and subsequently render the next six sensors useless by saying they were all expired.

Meanwhile i hadn’t realized that the insulin tube was filling up with blood like a bad IV . Well when I realized that I freaked out. I took the infusion kit out and started bleeding like a stuck pig. My arm was bleeding out of the latest sensor site. Which looked as if I was getting plugged into the fucking matrix at this point. My wife looked at me like I was shot and had a 9mo pregnant melt down. My kid starts to pray cause he’s convinced I’m going to die. And all I wanted was to eat the spaghetti that was at my place at the table.

After much swearing crying and praying I get cleaned up and go in search of a syringe. It’s been a while since I have actually had to give an injection with an syringe. (I have had pens for years)

Well my wife and I just did IVF this year to have this soon to be baby. Apparently during the great medical supplies purge of 2018 we tossed my 10 unit syringes and kept her 100unit syringes. Fuzzy and shaken from all the bleeding and swearing I draw to 4 for my dinner. Stab my gut and slam that shit home like it was braking bad in this bitch.

I cap the needle and then see very clearly that I just gave myself 40 units of aspart. My carb ratio is 10:1 “shit shit fuck!” I start eating every goddamn thing in the house. My A1c is 4.7. THERES ALMOST NO FUCKING SUGER HERE!!!! so here’s what I know. I’m an hour and a half out from a hospital. And 20 minutes from anywhere that sells sweets and I need to consume 400 carbs in the next 45 minutes so I don’t fuck myself up.

6 servings of spaghetti 2 garlic rolls, a regular Pepsi (oh how I have missed it) a tiny bag of chocolate 3 yogurts and a glass of juice later and I’m at 265 and bout to puke. My son says. What about life savers? (The story my mom told him years ago how lifesavers helped her get through morning sickness that was so bad her doc advised her to abort me is where his brain went.) he had a roll. So I ate that straight up. Just over 100 carbs to go.

30 minutes into it and my blood sugar has only gone from 110 to 140. I’m out of sweets and I can’t really stick any more food in my stomach. So I shotgun 1/3 cup of maple syrup. 110 carbs and chase it with water.

I turn green. Keeping tally on my phone I hit 410 carbs. Just befor 45 minutes. My blood sugar is 180 and holds steady for 45 minutes. Then drops. I dip down to 77 and then the pasta kicks in. 4.5 hours later. I stuck the landing at 122.