This has been a hanglowver hazy day.
At around three forty something this morning I woke up in a pool of sweat. All of my blankets were throw on my wife and I was laying there sweating like hot yoga instructor in a hurry. Eww.
It’s crazy how debilitating a low like that can be. I have been foggy at best and dragging around all day. Usually I feel normal by midday but not this time.
Part of it is probably due to the over treatment of the low and finally stumbling into the shower at a crispy 480 plus bg. I say that because I checked my bg after the shower.
In the middle of the night it is hard to treat rationally. It’s hard to think rationally in the middle of the night anyway, but without the glucose our brains need to work makes it even more fun.
Normally I get sad when this sort of low happen. I feel bad that my wife gets up to help me and I feel sorry for myself. This reaction only happens to me when I am woken up by a low.
But this morning I was angry. Angry that diabetes woke me up. Angry that I had to towel off and change bedding around to go back to bed. Angry that I was burning up and now was freezing. Angry that when I finally did lay down I couldn’t sleep and finally fell asleep about a half an hour before I had to wake up and get ready for work!
Starting the day off angry is not my cup of tea. Since all the stuff that went down last month happened I am really doing my best to keep a positive attitude and not let things get to me.
Diabetes has already gotten me so now I need to learn to not let it upset me so much.
I’ll try again tomorrow.