I missed it.
I completely failed to participate in this year’s World Diabetes Day. I’m even writing this post the day after it occurred. Why, you may ask?
Because, completely un-diabetes-related, I was sick. Woke up yesterday morning feeling a bit queasy. Drank 2 sips of water from the bottle I always keep beside my bed. Promptly ran to the bathroom and expunged all the contents of my stomach from (what felt like, considering the volume) the last 3 days.
Closest thing to a “blue circle of diabetes awareness” that I could experience for the day.
The remainder of the day was kind of a blur. It involved a lot of restless sleeping, nausea, fever, chills, body aches, crazy thirst….but any time I even took just a taste of water, here it came back up, along with other various liquid friends that were hanging out with it in my digestive system. At one point, late afternoon, I got brave and ate 1 small goldfish cracker. Thought I was safe for about 10-15 minutes until I tried washing it down with a swig of water. Bad idea.
Shocker of the year, despite dehydration and practically no food, my blood sugars were in fabulous range all day long. I never took a bolus of insulin, just let my regular basal rate run all day. Started out in the 100s early in the day, eventually got down into the 70s by late afternoon (this was actually after the heaver caused by the goldfish cracker & water), but then wound itself back up into the 130 range by the time I went to bed. Around 2am I woke up with a raging headache. (Caused by dehydration? Caffeine/coffee withdrawal? This stupid virus? All three?) I HAD to take some kind of pain reliever for it, but didn’t want to do so on an empty stomach. I felt so-so at this point, made the executive decision to heat up some chicken noodle soup, sipped on the broth and ate a fair amount of noodles. Took Aleve (since anything acetaminophen-based wrecks the Dexcom CGM numbers.) Waited. It all stayed down, and I gratefully went back to a still-restless sleep.
Woke up this morning feeling like a new woman. Coffee smelled good again. The eggs and corned-beef hash that my husband made for me tasted like a gourmet meal. I drank 40 ounces of water before lunchtime, and it was delicious. I survived the 24-hour-puke-your-guts-out-virus! Now, let’s just hope the rest of my family and friends don’t get it -there are some things I do NOT wish to share. Happy Belated World Diabetes Day, ya’ll!!!