Monday, August 13, 2007

I swear, I didn't even WANT the candy

I accidently OD'd on my NovoLog tonight. About an hour ago, I was singing in my car and shot myself up with 10 units of the old rapid acting stuff rather than the correct Levemir. Then I freaked out, because the rapid acting insulin drops your blood sugar very quickly, especially in a dose that is twice the amount that I've ever taken before. When your blood sugar drops that quickly, you pass out, and if you don't eat lots of carbs very quickly, bad things happen.

I was next to a Hollywood Video, so I ran inside and grabbed candy. What doesn't have nuts in it, what is pure sugar? Junior Mints and Kit Kat - perfect! Thanks to our consumer driven obesity epidemic, each came in double serving packs, giving me a whopping 114 carbs in two neat packages. I ate the Kit Kat so fast, I think I heard it screaming for mercy, and then chased it with half the box (so one serving) of Junior Mints. I haven't had that quick a hit of sugar in a year (remember, today is my dia-versary), so I pretty much wanted to puke in about 30 seconds and definitely confirmed that I have a cavity in upper molar.

Then, I started the phone calls. First, to my insurance's emergency nurse, who told me to call Poison Control. With thoughts of neon green Mr. Yuk stickers and big bottles of bleach, I called up Poison Control. Paul, my new Poison Control BFF, kept me testing and talking. Here's how the numbers went - before shot: 144. 15 minutes after shot: 130. 5 minutes later: 140. 5 minutes later: 145. 8 minute drive home (I was trending up and the insulin wasn't going to peak for another 40 minutes - it's ok, really): 140. Ugh, more Junior Mints and a call to Paul.

Paul gives me the green light stop eating Junior Mints (thank God, I hate them now) and to move on to real food. I now have a delicious sweet potato and hot dog waiting for me (mmm, protein and slow acting carbs), and another date to call Paul in two hours after the NovoLog should be working its way out of my system.

Maybe Paul and I will get married and this will be our how-we-met story.

PS: I'm never eating freaking candy again.

1 comment:

Rachel said...

Hahahaha. Okay, I know that this is kinda scary and bad, but seriously Lizzie, this was hilarious.

I'm so glad I could be with you the week before your diagnosis.

And you will always make me think of Snickers bars.