4:45 p.m. “Luke, Dex says you’re low. Finger prick and treat if you need to.”
He’s 146. False alarm.
5:30 p.m. “Pizza’s here!” Pizza usually helps keep that blood sugar up… sometimes too far up.
After eating & “insulating,” he stayed in range.
6:15 p.m. Luke goes outside and comes right back in to test.
“Um, I’m 34,” he says as he is eating Skittles. “Shoot. I should have had juice instead.”
“Drink juice, too. We can always correct a high.”
“I hate feeling like this. It’s awful.“
As we wait for his sugar to come back up, he rechecks his pump.
“I don’t get this. I put everything in correctly.“
6:45 p.m. “It’s going up, I can feel it. I still feel bad, but it’s better.”
7:00 p.m. “Yay! It’s 106! I’m going back outside!”
About a half hour later, I grabbed his meter to take a look at his sugar levels.
“Is this the meter you used?” Yes.
“There are only Wednesday checks. This is Thursday.” Oh, maybe I messed the date up. The times are probably wrong, too. (They were- I fixed both.)
“There isn’t a 34 listed.” There isn’t? Maybe I read it wrong.
I’m so confused as to how he can misread a 50 for a 34. Then, again, I’ve never had extremely low blood sugar. This isn’t the first time this has happened, either.
Lesson learned. When I can, I need to look at his meter when he’s low.
And the double low treatment- Skittles AND juice? No adverse effects. We’re still on the low end at 88, an hour and 15 minutes later.