My son has complained of a "glucose tab" hangover after I treat him for a nighttime low. This morning I realized that diabetes gives me my own kind of hangover.
Last night something happened that I never expected. I should have remembered that we are dealing with diabetes and it is never predictable but I was complacent.
I woke up at 1:30am ready to test until I realized that it was a bit too early. I rolled over to sleep for another hour. The hour became an hour and a half but my son was still fine(8 or 136). I felt confident that basal rates were working. He had been low the night before and I had made adjustments. Life was good and I headed back to a peaceful sleep for a few more hours...or so I thought.
At 5am Larry woke me up. He said that my son was up using the washroom. He never does that during the night unless there is a problem so Larry knew I should be getting up. I did and asked my son if he had tested. He had and was 17 (289). What the??? His bg level had more than doubled in just two hours!! Something was seriously wrong! I told my son to change his site. This was way to fast of a spike. He told me it was fine , corrected and rolled over to go to sleep.
I went back to bed second guessing myself. Did I miss a low at 1:30? Was he alive thanks to a rebound? If he rebounded there would be hell to pay the next day with highs and fears of another low. Was the site bad? Was the new pump failing already? I eventually managed to fall back to sleep, but not for long.
An hour later I awoke to the sound of vomit hitting the toilet bowl. This was so not good! I had been right. My son was not getting insulin. The site must be kinked. Again, I got up and waited. My son looked terribly pale. I told him we needed a new site. He had one in his hand.
"I can't believe I would be throwing up at 17." he said.
I told him that he had probably gone up in the past hour. We tested and he was now over 19 (+323). We chanced a correction on his pump and both went back to sleep for a few minutes. At 7am I tested him again. He had dropped down to 14 (238) and said he felt a lot better. He was no longer a ghostly white so we decided he was okay to go to school.
I still am not positive as to what happened. His site looked fine when we took it out. Despite a trip back to bed after my son was ready for school, I still felt out of sorts. The night continued to haunt me. Questions plagued me. Where had I gone wrong? As things ran through my head, I realized that like my son's glucose hangover, diabetes gives me its own hangover. It messes with my emotions and my physical being the next day and then some. Sadly there is only one fix for my hangover and that's a cure for diabetes.