Late Night Blogging

Well, guys, it’s 5:45 AM on a Saturday morning and I haven’t gone to sleep yet.
Would you like to know why?
Because my sugar is low.
Courtney is not a happy camper right now.
So, in a similar state of mind to being buzzed, I’m trying to write a blog post.
Let’s walk through how I got to this moment…

10 PM: Munching on snacks, watching One Tree Hill, enjoying life.
11:30 PM: Oh man! I should probably take some insulin for these snacks. (So I take some insulin. Like a responsible human being.)
1:00 AM: I have a choice. I can seek food, or just go to sleep. I’ll seek food.
2:00 AM: Go to food with friends. Yay.
2:30 AM: Covers carbs. LIKE A RESPONSIBLE HUMAN BEING.
2:31-4:00 AM: Talk to friends. Yay.
4:00 AM: Lay in bed.
4:20 AM: Feel a little weird, but I’m gonna brush it off.
4:30 AM: Decide to check BG.
4:31 AM: 92.
4:35 AM: Drink Juice.
5:00 AM: Check BG.
5:01 AM: 101. Yay.
5:05 AM: Drink half a juice.
5:40 AM: Roommate wakes up to go volunteer for something. I still HAVENT FALLEN ASLEEP YET.
5:45 AM: Check BG.
5:50 AM: 80. Uh-oh.
6:00 AM: Drink more juice and write a blog post about hating her life.

My life sucks.

I have had so much juice I can’t possibly drink one more sip. I feel like I’m going to literally explode.
Not to mention that I bet you anything when I wake up my BG is going to be high. Why is my life such a horrible roller coaster?

Now I just have to wait to check again. THIS ISNT FUN GUYS. IT REALLY ISNT.

In other news, I ordered some T1D shirts!! They’re from Type One Diabetes Memes! I’ll make sure to post pictures of them the minute that I get them! I’m super excited. I’m pretty sure I spent more money than I should have on them, but I’m proud to be type one, so there!

Just checked again. 76.

What. Is. My Life.
I don’t even really know what to do. I can’t drink anymore juice right now. And I can’t eat anything else.
I’m gonna wait till 6:30, recheck and then take a half glucagon shot if it’s still low or lower.
In the meantime, let me explain to you what being low feels like.

It’s shaky. And very confusing. And your heart beats super super fast. And you feel like you cant breathe or see or do anything. But at the same time you’re really hyped up. And hot or cold. Thoughts don’t connect, basically they’re really choppy. You can see that in my writing. It’s a really horrible experience.

But in my opinion, being high is worse. You’re lethargic, and thirsty, and nauseous. Really nauseous. The idea of moving sounds like the worst thing in the world. Sometimes it feels like there’s an elephant sitting on your chest. And you have to go to the bathroom every 5 minutes. And I get really crabby. Like, really annoyed at everything. And all I want to do is eat more carbs, which is exactly the opposite of what I should do. Whereas low I don’t want to eat anything. It’s a conundrum.

6:30 AM: BG is 116.
It’s bedtime. Finally.

Goodnight, all. I sincerely hope your Friday night was a lot better than mine. That wouldn't be a difficult task.

This post has been brought to you by an overdose of insulin. I’m so sorry.
TTFN!