Last Friday started off normally enough. I've gotten used to working from home, and my fiancee and I have managed to stay out of each other's way and off of each other's nerves despite each having about 10 meetings a day each. One of our dogs, Murphy, had his surgery to get fixed on Wednesday, so rather than trusting the other dog, Moose, to leave him alone, we took Moose out to my parents' to spend the week. They have about an acre of land, and enough time in the day to play fetch endlessly, so I don't think Moose was complaining too much.
Friday evening rolls around and we decided to pick up some Mexican food near my parents, have an impromptu "picnic" in the back yard with adequate social distance, and head home with Moose. Half a veggie quesadilla and a subpar margarita later, we headed home. We dropped Moose off at home, drove over to Target to grab some essentials (banana pudding ingredients), and then went back home for the evening. We put the dogs in their kennels and got in bed at about 11:30, and that's the last thing I remember until about 3:30 am, Saturday morning.
Apparently I woke my fiancee up at about 12:45 with full blown, eyes in the back of the head, hands and feet curled up, unresponsive seizure. She called 911 and paramedics and the fire department showed up about 8 minutes later. She said it felt like they took about 2 hours to get there. I had a blood sugar of 28 mg/dL and was quickly given dextrose intravenously to stabilize. I couldn't answer simple questions like the year, who the president is, or even my own name. I was taken to the local ER, where my blood sugar dipped again to 48 mg/dL, before remaining stable around 3:30 am. Because my blood sugar was staying stable and my heart rate had gone back to normal, I was discharged.
The rest of the night I felt like a newly diagnosed kid again. I woke up every hour to check my blood sugar. I had a whole pack of juicy juice on the nightstand just in case. It was a rough night for the both of us, but fortunately the worst had passed.
It's been about a week, and nothing really crazy has happened since. My blood sugars are all back to normal and the only lasting effect is still some muscle soreness from the seizure. My fiancee was pretty shaken, but she handled it like a pro. I've been diabetic for about 20 years and we've been together about 3 years, so she's no stranger to diabetes, but this was completely new for both of us. I've never had a severe low blood sugar, and with the exception of an influenza-induced bout of DKA, I've never been to the hospital for diabetes.
The whole night is hazy, so despite my best efforts, I can't come up with an explanation that makes sense. I ate supper around 5:30, calculated and bolused for a meal that I've eaten hundreds of times before, and took my basal insulin at about 9:00 pm, same as the previous day, month, year...
Diabetes sucks, y'all.
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