All Night Long
I wanted to write about my vacation chronologically, but there’s just one day that stands out so much more than the rest. And oh yeah, this happened after vacation. Hopefully I’ll get to my vacation blurbs soon.
Last Saturday started like any other weekend, I think. Coffee & delicious breakfast were had, then stuff around the house, and I think I went for a walk with my mother. I was really waiting to celebrate my friend’s brother’s birthday that night (they both also have diabetes). I was low twice in the afternoon, and then ~140 before I had a meatball sub for dinner. I was excited because I know it’s not the healthiest dinner and still under bolused because I was already sick of being low. I showered and was sweating in the shower. I knew that I was low again. I was low for what felt like hours (and likely was). It reached the point where I was bouncing between 50-80 and didn’t feel comfortable driving. I wanted to get over 100 before I got in the car. I waited and waited and waited. It got to the point where I just didn’t trust my body to keep me safe. I knew that if there was one person in the world who would understand, it’s her. But still! I was doing EVERYTHING right, and I didn’t trust me. It’s a terrible feeling to feel out of control. I knew I was safest where I was, so that is where I stayed. All. Night. Long.