Sunday, March 11, 2007

Confessions of a Guy Going High

Anyone had a Shamrock Shake lately? I never remember to get one when they are out, although I used to love them. So, my wife and I got one a couple days ago while we were out. First of all, I gotta say...I was a bit disappointed. I really think they used to be better. I'm not sure why, but it just didn't taste nearly as good as I remember.

But this point isn't really about Shamrock shakes. Well, not exactly. See, this point is about how even the best of us can be naughty and choose to eat (or drink) something when we know we shouldn't.

It all started several hours before my wife and I went out. I tested, and I was high. Not just a bit high, but significantly high. No problem, though. I bolused, and I'd be back to normal in no time.

Except then we went to Taco Bell and I got the Grilled Stuft Burrito. Ever had one? Delicious! But not only does it taste great, but it is a type-1 diabetics worst nightmare. Carbohydrates galore, with the rice and beans and flour tortilla. Yum. Of course, I added to that a taco. I figured I bolused enough to cover most of those carbs. I guess. Didn't have my meter with me to check.

Then came the Shamrock shake. I got a small. That was sort of kind of being good. Right?

Bolused more insulin. Got home and tested. Well, you know how most meters have a maximum that they will read? Anything above that maximum and it will just say, "Hi"?

At first I thought my meter was just being friendly. But no. There isn't enough screen space for a "g" and an "h", so I was left with astronomical BGL levels.

I wasn't worried about ketones or ketoacidosis. I had insulin in my system. But still, I should have known better, but at the moment, I didn't care. I wanted that Shamrock shake.

It took most of the night before I was finally back into reasonable numbers, peeing every hour, waking up to test. 453, then 375, then 323, then 220, and finally 150.

Today I was a good boy. But every once in a great while, I go high. Really high. And then I have to pay the price and do the hard work of getting it back down again without going low. In the end, was it worth it?

No. It wasn't. Because, as I said from the beginning of this post, the Shamrock shake wasn't all that great.

I confess. I should have had a Boston Cream doughnut instead.

3 comments:

Scott K. Johnson said...

Too bad the shake didn't do the trick man.

It doesn't happen often, but when it does I ask myself "was it 500 or 600 that it stops?". Then I figure, heck, it doesn't matter, I'll be fighting this for a while. I can do the "fine tuning" when I'm back in the stratosphere...

Martha O'Connor said...

There must be something in the air; my son was high last night too. Not HI high, but @460 and after an hour it was @482. Of course, it was LATE when we discovered this. By morning though, he was at a cool 120.

I blame the Girl Scouts. I think he is hoarding cookies in his room. lol

MileMasterSarah said...

That HI sucks. The first time my meter did that I thought for sure my meter was broken