Okay, so whether or not you caught my blog from yesterday- you ought to know things have NOT gotten better. It would seem my bad day yesterday decided to run right into last night.
I woke up at 1 in the morning for some odd reason- I dunno, my eyes just POPPED open! And, guess what? I was sweating like a pig, hotter than demons in hell, and shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. My sugars were down at 41.
That's right, 41.
I should've passed out and been unconscious! I probably would've been dead by the time anyone would've found me! 
I couldn't think straight, couldn't see straight, and I kept hallucinating something awful. I was disoriented, but figured out I was still in my own house and knew ONE THING: get sugar.
So, I made my way to the kitchen and began forcing food down my throat. See, strange thing is, when your sugars get low, you just don't want to eat. I dunno if this is true for every diabetic, but it is for me and my mom, I've noticed. Anyhoo, I was able to finish off an almost-gone tub of frosting, so maybe three tablespoons. Then, thinking that wouldn't be enough, I ate the rest of the sugar-free banana cream pie... although it's sugar-free, the crust was not... yuck.
Then, found some old stuffing someone had made. That was perfect as bread is FULL of carbs! I ate a little of that and some cheez-its.
By this point, my mother had heard the commotion and come to see what was up. I looked up from the 'fridge, mouth full of food, eyes rather drunk-looking, and she asked, "You okay?"
My sugars were still too low for me to form coherent sentences so it was like, "Llamyarsh" or something. Then, I pointed at my Glucose Machine for her to look at and she saw how low they were. So... yeah.
I'm just surprised I could remember! My mom never remembers anything when her sugars get that low. When your brain doesn't have enough sugar in it, it's like getting high. Your brain cells start to die off. So, that's why it's dangerous. I was acting completely on instinct- fighting the urge to kill the hallucinations that were there and finding food.
After that, I was too tired to clean up my mess and just fell asleep before I'd even crawled under the covers in my bed. Woke up again around 5 and did the STUPIDEST thing. I never took ANY insulin for what I'd eaten the night before and my sugars had shot up to over 400~! AAAAGH! DX That's dangerous as well as the "good range" (for me anyway) is between 100 and 150. So, I took the insulin needed and fell asleep again.
I woke up around 7 when my dad left for work. Now, my sugars are coming down again- thank god. They're still above 200, but lower than 300, so I'm okay.
I keep trying to picture how my mom would've seen me last night- standing in front of the 'fridge in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt, sweating awful, half-drunk with a spoon of stuffing hanging out my mouth. Yeah... attractive... *sigh*
Well, thanks for reading about my awful diabetes experience. Sorry if I've scarred anyone for life... ;>_>
I think I'll go surprise Tom and take Angelo to Wendy's then, take some to Tom for lunch... mmm... He'll like that! :D Okies. Well, bai-bee for now! Thanks again for reading.
+~Yosei~+
