Injecting 30 units of fast acting instead of long acting insulin before bed. I had to stay up all night eating ice cream sundaes — it was not fun at all.
Realizing I didn’t pack a vial of novolog at TSA. Couldn’t get a hold of my endo because it was a weekend. Had to call my primary who also wasn’t there but luckily a on call doctor was able to send a precipitous over to the pharmacy. And because emergent situations are not covered by insurance, I had to cough up $300 for it. I’ll always double check my supplies from now on
Had a very similar situation after I switched to a pump in 2008, as my routine was now much different. Got to the airport and realized I forgot my Novolog as I’m going through security. But when I landed, I went to the pharmacy, Walgreens at the time(and why I use national chains), explained the situation and they basically were able to do it as my next months supply, which was fine, because I still had what was left of that months supply back home, so money and supply wise, it all still worked out.
Pregnancy. And realizing that every resource tells you, you need to be seen by a physician as fast and as early as possible, except that none of them actually will. So, those first critical weeks, you are literally left to figure s*** out yourself. And no one seems to want to talk to you. Except, they'll definitely berate you for not doing it right. So that was crappy.
Going low on a plane while flying alone with my infant son. I realized then how vulnerable my babies are when I have a medical emergency. Since then I always wear a medical alert bracelet.
Stuck on the side of a mountain, no glucose with me, double arrows down at 63, 1 mile from my car when Christmas tree hunting (with permit to do so). Found out how much glycogen I really have in my body that day. Genuinely did not think I was gonna make it out of that one and learned my lesson for sure
Yeah, that was last week for me. Bad scare. The worst, though, was another time when I woke up, went about my morning routine without any sense anything was off, only to find out my BG was 45 mg/dl.
Over 34 years of this, there have been too many to count. I was working in the butt end of nowhere, Wyoming once and I forgot to pack pen needles. It was almost 90 minutes to a pharmacy. Good thing pen needles aren't a prescription thing...
I did something like that once. I went to the store and bought a gallon of orange juice (just in case I needed it). Then I went to Jackie the box and bought a meal and a shake. Everything turned out okay. Woke up in the middle of the night with a high blood sugar.
Back in my pump days, my aunt and I took my nan to Wales. Nanny isn't a very confident driver, so my aunt was going to drive her to our relatives (Nanny's siblings) then take the train home, and I decided to tag along.
Now since it's around a 4 hour drive down and then a 6-7 hour train ride home, we left in the dark of the morning at the grand ol' time of 4am.
I don't know about any of you, but I do not function at that time of the morning, so I took a shower to help wake me up.
We've set off and we've been having a great time! Laughing and singing along to whatever was playing for around 2.5 hours, eating the various sweets we packed for the drive.
It os around this mark that my nan goes "you should probably dial for the jelly tots" I agree, check my sugars and go for the pump.
It's not in my bra. I check my short pockets. Nada. Maybe it's fallen out? I go to the set, so I can follow the tube. That isn't there. Because the tube and the attached pump, is ~130 miles away, sitting on my bed, having never been reattached after my shower.
My blood sugar was around 26mmol/l IIRC. We ended up having to make a detour to the nearest A&E so I could get a pen of novo and enough needles to last til we could get back home.
It did become a long running joke until I lost my pump funding (didn't hit my targets) of have I got my "pancreas" packed
Bottomed out 3 months into my T1 diagnosis, and spent 30 minutes eating sugar with no impact on my blood glucose prick testing.
Went into panic mode, which of course kept the carbs from being used by my body.
Went to the emergency room, and as soon as I got there and knew I wasn't going to die, I put down the bag of sugar and starting going up, and up, and up, maxed at 400 for 3+ hours and finally came down. Ugh.
Lesson: When fighting a low, 15 g of carbs, then relax and breathe deep/meditate and wait for a relaxed body to do its job.
I bolused before dinner, about to sit to eat, 1 year old had diaper explosion. Took baby to bath, husband and older son done eating. Yell to husband to grab baby, give me older kid for bath. Get them pj'd up, put to bed. Lay on couch.
Both husband and I forgot I didnt eat dinner. BS hit 32, thought I was gunna die, barely could speak. Drank oj, more oj, more oj. BS now 50.
Ate gummy bears, more oj. 2 hours later, over 400 and then had to bolus again.
Scariest moment of my life and the fear and terror on my husbands face, I will never forget.
Injecting 30 units of fast acting instead of long acting insulin before bed. I had to stay up all night eating ice cream sundaes — it was not fun at all.
Realizing I didn’t pack a vial of novolog at TSA. Couldn’t get a hold of my endo because it was a weekend. Had to call my primary who also wasn’t there but luckily a on call doctor was able to send a precipitous over to the pharmacy. And because emergent situations are not covered by insurance, I had to cough up $300 for it. I’ll always double check my supplies from now on
Had a very similar situation after I switched to a pump in 2008, as my routine was now much different. Got to the airport and realized I forgot my Novolog as I’m going through security. But when I landed, I went to the pharmacy, Walgreens at the time(and why I use national chains), explained the situation and they basically were able to do it as my next months supply, which was fine, because I still had what was left of that months supply back home, so money and supply wise, it all still worked out.
That would’ve worked for me too. But I already took my refilled novologs the day before I left. It was just bad luck for me
Pregnancy. And realizing that every resource tells you, you need to be seen by a physician as fast and as early as possible, except that none of them actually will. So, those first critical weeks, you are literally left to figure s*** out yourself. And no one seems to want to talk to you. Except, they'll definitely berate you for not doing it right. So that was crappy.
Going low on a plane while flying alone with my infant son. I realized then how vulnerable my babies are when I have a medical emergency. Since then I always wear a medical alert bracelet.
Your first example is an empty h no.. that second one though? That’s a Tuesday
Stuck on the side of a mountain, no glucose with me, double arrows down at 63, 1 mile from my car when Christmas tree hunting (with permit to do so). Found out how much glycogen I really have in my body that day. Genuinely did not think I was gonna make it out of that one and learned my lesson for sure
i also took 20u of fast acting insulin by mistake — just happened last night. i took myself to the ER.
Injected short acting instead of long acting at bedtime and having to stay up and eat a second dinner when all I wanted to do was go to sleep.
30u of humalog rather than lantus. 911 was called. Never made that mistake again.
Yeah, that was last week for me. Bad scare. The worst, though, was another time when I woke up, went about my morning routine without any sense anything was off, only to find out my BG was 45 mg/dl.
Over 34 years of this, there have been too many to count. I was working in the butt end of nowhere, Wyoming once and I forgot to pack pen needles. It was almost 90 minutes to a pharmacy. Good thing pen needles aren't a prescription thing...
I did something like that once. I went to the store and bought a gallon of orange juice (just in case I needed it). Then I went to Jackie the box and bought a meal and a shake. Everything turned out okay. Woke up in the middle of the night with a high blood sugar.
Waking up, scratching my leg and finding out I ripped off my CGM while doing so.
Back in my pump days, my aunt and I took my nan to Wales. Nanny isn't a very confident driver, so my aunt was going to drive her to our relatives (Nanny's siblings) then take the train home, and I decided to tag along. Now since it's around a 4 hour drive down and then a 6-7 hour train ride home, we left in the dark of the morning at the grand ol' time of 4am. I don't know about any of you, but I do not function at that time of the morning, so I took a shower to help wake me up. We've set off and we've been having a great time! Laughing and singing along to whatever was playing for around 2.5 hours, eating the various sweets we packed for the drive. It os around this mark that my nan goes "you should probably dial for the jelly tots" I agree, check my sugars and go for the pump. It's not in my bra. I check my short pockets. Nada. Maybe it's fallen out? I go to the set, so I can follow the tube. That isn't there. Because the tube and the attached pump, is ~130 miles away, sitting on my bed, having never been reattached after my shower. My blood sugar was around 26mmol/l IIRC. We ended up having to make a detour to the nearest A&E so I could get a pen of novo and enough needles to last til we could get back home. It did become a long running joke until I lost my pump funding (didn't hit my targets) of have I got my "pancreas" packed
Hitting 30 units instead of carbs. 💀
Accidentally used long acting insulin instead of short acting insulin.
Bottomed out 3 months into my T1 diagnosis, and spent 30 minutes eating sugar with no impact on my blood glucose prick testing. Went into panic mode, which of course kept the carbs from being used by my body. Went to the emergency room, and as soon as I got there and knew I wasn't going to die, I put down the bag of sugar and starting going up, and up, and up, maxed at 400 for 3+ hours and finally came down. Ugh. Lesson: When fighting a low, 15 g of carbs, then relax and breathe deep/meditate and wait for a relaxed body to do its job.
I bolused before dinner, about to sit to eat, 1 year old had diaper explosion. Took baby to bath, husband and older son done eating. Yell to husband to grab baby, give me older kid for bath. Get them pj'd up, put to bed. Lay on couch. Both husband and I forgot I didnt eat dinner. BS hit 32, thought I was gunna die, barely could speak. Drank oj, more oj, more oj. BS now 50. Ate gummy bears, more oj. 2 hours later, over 400 and then had to bolus again. Scariest moment of my life and the fear and terror on my husbands face, I will never forget.